After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Dongfang Jiao really wondered if he was going to vomit out his internal organs. His chest hurt so much and his head had yet to return to its original state. Dongfang Jiao simply deactivated part of his battle armor and stood up with difficulty while supporting himself with the Sabre-toothed Tiger King's back.
On the other side, Beiting Huang was dressed in fiery red armor that burned like flames. Her red hair danced wildly in the wind, and the two huge and gorgeous wings on her back were useless in this war. However, she was so domineering that she did not even think to escape. At this moment, Beiting Huang, who was standing proudly, stared at him with a burning gaze. A disdainful gaze flashed in her cold eyes. She pursed her lips tightly and held a silver soft sword in her hand. She was like an Asura God, looking disdainful and cold!
