Li Tian didn't pay any attention to Yao Yue. His body shivered, and he immediately dashed to the edge of the cliff. He pounced forward and grabbed one end of the chain.
At this time, half of his body was already hanging in the air, and the howling wind from the bottom of the cliff hurt his face.
Feng Qiao, who was at the bottom of the cliff, suddenly stopped falling. His hand, which he had not held tightly, slipped for a while. The burning pain came, and he instinctively clenched the iron chain in his hand.
He suddenly looked up and was about to say something when his pupils shrank and he roared,""Behind us!"
Li Tian felt a chill behind him, and the Golden Bell shield appeared. However, the scimitar didn't come down as he expected. Instead, a strong force came from the bottom of his feet.
The powerful spirit energy rushed into his internal organs, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"F * ck!"
He cursed, but his voice disappeared in the wind.
