Not far away, a group of people was speeding through the night.
Their speed was so fast that it made them hard to discern.
At that moment,
the Flame Blade had already lunged toward Wu Gang's heart.
Once this blade struck, even gods coming to the rescue couldn't save him.
Death!
Wu Gang must die!
That was the only thought in Wang Guixi's mind.
He hadn't even noticed the presence of an even stronger aura that had appeared.
In his eyes, he only wished to see Wu Gang's body fall.
"Who is it?"
At this time, someone had already spotted the shadows in the night.
The next second, a bright light suddenly appeared.
The entire abandoned factory was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Just as the Flame Blade was about to pierce Wu Gang's heart, the light arrived in an instant and sent the Flame Blade flying.
Wu Gang was lucky, he was still alive.
Seeing the light that blocked in front of him, a hint of a smile surfaced on his pale face.
The light slowly faded.
