If Wei Ting did not care about the price, he could kill him with one move.
"Take it easy!"
Su Mo was worried that Wei Ting would risk his life again.
Wei Ting's lips curled up. "I know!"
It was not worth it to die with this kid!
He jumped into the air and flipped over the Heartbroken Cultivator's head. He pulled out the dagger at the Heartbroken Cultivator's waist and stabbed him in the back!
The Heartbroken Cultivator was angered by his carelessness.
At this moment, Su Mo was about to attack.
The Heartbroken Cultivator gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them before using his movement technique to leave.
The two of them did not chase after him. In any case, they could still meet him later.
"Let's go," Su Mo said.
The Slave Killer and Lin Feiyu arrived at the last section of the cliff.
Here, they could already feel the whistling wind that could almost blow people away.
