Wang Teng was worried about the battle between the three martial warriors and the Eight Arms Devil General.
The situation wasn't optimistic!
He retracted his gaze and looked at Yao Hongshou, who was fighting with the 6-star soldier-level martial warriors. His eyes became sharp and cold.
"I must deal with him quickly."
Wang Teng held the battle sword in his hand and recalled all the abilities he possessed. He was searching for a way to kill Yao Hongshou.
He couldn't recover infinitely. As long as he attacked his lethal point, he could destroy him, preventing him from recuperating again.
He wondered if dark apparitions were able to resist the poison Force of the Demon Lotus Poison Body?
A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He moved and shifted away from the battlefield, circling around them instead.
"What is Wang Teng doing?"
Many people were paying attention to this intense fight.
