“Die!”
A furious roar escaped from the young man’s mouth. He charged toward Su Ming’s position with Endless Fury.
It was worth noting that this young man only had one left arm that was tightly holding the longsword, but the area of his right arm was empty.
Such an obvious feature allowed Su Ming to recognize the other party’s identity at a glance. It was the guy whose right arm had been broken by him during the battle a few days ago.
In a short span of a few days, this young man’s imposing manner didn’t decrease but instead increased, yet it wasn’t inferior to the imposing manner of the other day in the slightest.
The Longsword in the other party’s hand had become abnormally sharp, and it seemed as if it was capable of severing all things in the world.
There were a few people following behind the young man, and they were running with all their might, intending to block the other party, but they weren’t as Swift as the young man before them in the end.
