"Junior sister Qing Si, the three of us have flying spirit tools. Although they are not as high-end as yours, it's better than nothing. You attack them while we find a place to land. Then, we'll switch to my flying spirit tool," Feng Ming said.
"Okay!"
Qing Si took the opportunity and attacked Fan Zhen's flying spirit tool with several wind blades. Then, she flew for some distance and found a large clearing. After that, Qing Si landed the flying spirit tool on the ground.
Before Feng Ming could call out his flying spirit tool, Fan Zhen and the others arrived. It turned out that after they saw right through Qing Si's intention, they rode on their swords and chased after her.
"Humph! I advise you not to struggle while on your last legs. Our strength is far greater than yours. Don't worry, I won't take your lives for the time being. Why don't you obediently surrender?!" Fan Zhen said arrogantly.
