At that moment, Jiang Ming thought about the time when he was killed by the God of Lost.
At that time, he couldn't resist facing the attack.
Now, he also felt the crisis of death.
When they discovered the attack, it was already too late to dodge, because the spear was too fast for the four of them to react.
Moreover, it contained a power far beyond the Tenth Realm.
Eleventh Realm.
Jiang Ming made a judgment, but could he just wait for death?
As he was just about to activate the God-splitting Skill, he saw a flash of sword light across the sky, knocking the spear away.
Immediately after, a figure with a lofty stature appeared, stepping on the void. He was a young man with sharp features, deep eyes. He nodded to Jiang Ming, then looked at Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, snorting coldly: "Sparrow Emperor, you're disregarding the powerful, a dignified Eleventh Realm powerhouse, yet you sneak an attack on a junior."
