Before Yao Xiong and his companions could attack again, Nangong Night had already emerged from beneath the collapsed mountain peak.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring straight at the Yin Yang Water Fire Mirror in Lin Chen's hand: "What kind of magic treasure is that?"
Lin Chen laughed: "Take a guess!"
Nangong Night had suffered a surprise attack from Yao Xiong and his companions, resulting in serious injury, but his fighting spirit was far from extinguished.
He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his face revealing a cold smile: "You do have a lot of good things, but it's a pity, your strength is too weak. Otherwise, they might play a bigger role and possibly even kill me unexpectedly..."
Lin Chen laughed: "Who says I don't have other tactics?"
Nangong Night stared at Lin Chen, his eyes fierce.
He found Lin Chen to be extremely difficult, he suddenly understood what Xuanyuan Feiying must have felt.
Facing such an opponent, failing is normal, right?
