"Damn it, why is this demon spirit so powerful? It's hundreds of times stronger than the previous few. Pfft, I've never suffered so much in my life."
Qi Wuhui spat out a mouthful of mud and cursed. In just a few minutes of fighting, he was already about to collapse.
Why was the demon spirit this time so powerful? This didn't make sense.
Qi Wuhui got up from the ground with his face covered in dirt. He looked at Ye Qiu and gradually calmed down.
"This guy has something. Looks like I can't attack forcefully."
After calming down and thinking for a moment, a trace of evil flashed across Qi Wuhui's eyes.
Ye Qiu, who knew him well, immediately understood that this old kid was probably thinking of some dirty tricks. It seemed like he had to be careful. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.
A strange aura spread through the surroundings. Ye Qiu and Qi Wuhui looked at each other from afar.
