Li Hentian looked at Chi Jinghong squatting on the ground and panting; he didn't bother with her.
In his heart, Chi Jinghong was just a capricious girl.
He had never considered her his greatest opponent.
At least for now, the level of danger Feng Lin posed was much greater than that of Chi Jinghong.
He looked towards the depths of the ruins and saw Feng Lin approaching voluntarily.
Clearly, he was worried about Chi Jinghong's safety.
"Feng Lin!"
Li Hentian landed in front of Feng Lin, "Are you ready to die?"
Boom!
In the distance, Chi Jinghong erupted with power again, her silver hair whipping wildly.
The flame mark on her forehead flared up again.
Whoosh!
She turned into a beam of light, attacking Li Hentian.
"Jing Hong, as a warrior of the Jiuli Tribe, it's a pity for you to die."
Li Hentian glanced back indifferently, "Since you seek death, then I'll bury you all together!"
Boom boom boom!
