He jogged back to the battlefield. After glancing at the situation, Chen Yu looked at Duan Ye, who was doing his best to attack from afar. "Where's my saber?"
"Where's your saber? How would I know?" Duan Ye was baffled. "Where were you just now?"
"I went to eat a bowl of noodles."
Duan Ye: "?"
Circulating his strength, Chen Yu swam around the battlefield, his pair of eagle eyes not letting go of the buttocks of any exotic beast.
Very soon, in less than half a minute, he found a long sword on the buttocks of a dead exotic beast.
Puchi!
Pulling out his sword, Chen Yu was about to charge forward when he saw Zhang Tie casting a curse for the second time.
"Martial Art —— Curse —— Bad Luck!"
Zhang Tie roared as he directly rushed towards the huge beast in the center.
It was almost instinctive and out of control...
Chen Yu naturally teleported...
