Ding Ling frowned and involuntarily looked at Wu Wudi:
"I wonder what you think, Wu Wudi?"
He received the legacy of Wu Wudi, after all, there was some fate between the two.
Becoming enemies and fighting without reason was not Ding Ling's wish.
"Ding Ling, if you persist in your folly, then be prepared to decay."
Wu Wudi held a sharp and heavy Golden Saber!
He looked at Ding Ling with sharp eyes, his words were firm and powerful:
"I stand with Elder Xiaao! To vanquish you, the great demon, we have expended countless efforts and set up this situation long ago; you are doomed!"
"It seems there's no possibility of us being friends."
Ding Ling sighed, feeling regret:
"Since that's the case, then there's no choice but to send you to your death."
Clang!
Clang, clang, clang!
