The moment Duan Rong broke free from the Divine Soul Illusion Technique, Wei Ziyan struck at him with a palm. That palm was crimson like blood, with veins intertwining on its surface, wriggling and creeping…
Duan Rong leaped away, retreating in a specific direction!
Wei Ziyan's eyes were vicious as he drew closer, his palm still aiming for Duan Rong's face!
While in midair, Duan Rong even faintly caught the nauseating scent of blood emanating from Wei Ziyan's hand as it aimed for his face.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Duan Rong. The person caught hold of Duan Rong, pulling him away, and then struck out with a palm, meeting Wei Ziyan's palm in midair!
With a dull thud!
The two of them retreated, gracefully landing on the ground!
The moment Wei Ziyan landed, he realized that three people had already surrounded him, forming a pincer formation.
And that ragged young man stood at a distance behind them.
