The outcome of the battle between the Silver Moon Liberia Empire and the Iron Blood Team was already decided.
When the huge sword disappeared, Ming had already turned into a stream of light and flew back into Beiting Huang's magical beast space with a whoosh. Beiting Jing, Chu Feng, and the others had already flown into the air and surrounded Beiting Huang. The two men did not avoid suspicion at all at this moment. They held Beiting Huang in their arms, one in front of her and one behind her, as if they had regained a treasure.
"Brother, Cousin, you're suffocating me!" Sensing the lingering fear in their hearts, Beiting Huang also felt guilty. She reached out and pushed them away, stomping her feet coquettishly.
"Little Ninth, do you know that your Big Brother almost died once just now?" Beiting Jing spread his hands, his eyes sad and his tone aggrieved, as if he wanted Beiting Huang to take responsibility.
