Bei Mingxue took a glance at Li Lingtian and understood his motive.
Without any hesitation, she reached out with her jade-like hand and grabbed Li Lingtian's arm. With a flash, she brought Li Lingtian and flew into the distance.
"Swoosh."
The wind stopped, and the two of them had already arrived at their original place. However, there was an additional mountain in this place.
Lin Zhirong had already stopped when Li Lingtian and Bei Minxue arrived. He turned around and glared at them coldly with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He did not expect Li Lingtian to survive his devastating blow.
"You're not dead yet."
He looked at Li Lingtian in shock. Although the young man before him was injured and looked terrible, he was certain that he was not dead.
Such a thing was impossible.
However, it had appeared, and it had even appeared in front of him.
"If he dies, can he still stand in front of you and talk?"
