The spinning body accompanied by the sound of a breaking wind as the elbow strike missed, Nero instinctively began to search for Pei Yan's vanished figure. The next moment, a heartrending scream came from his left. Nero followed the sound wide-eyed, only to see Pei Yan lift a foot and forcefully kick Di Xin's mostly healed wound. Caught off guard, Di Xin was kicked high into the air. Before his suspended body could fall to the ground, an electromagnetic cannon hit his abdomen, and the freshly healed wound burst open again, blood gushing out.
"Hey, didn't you say you could hold me off for a while? This madman is getting a bit impatient!" Having done all this, Pei Yan's figure, under Nero's gaze which could swallow him alive, slowly disappeared into the void.
"Now, let's play a guessing game, three targets! Which one will I go after? Is it you? Is it him? Or him?"
