His eyes were filled with insane rage, fierce and terrifying as he gnashed his teeth and roared.
It must be said, he truly underestimated the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hands.
The power of this blade was absolutely incomparable to that of ordinary sacred weapons!
The emaciated old man could no longer care about anything else, crazily throwing the pitch-black dagger in his hand, brutally aiming for Ye Ling's head.
Ye Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, his figure swiftly retreating, but the speed of the emaciated old man's pitch-black dagger was too fast. Just as Ye Ling had started to move back, the pitch-black dagger had already reached his face.
"Damn it!" Ye Ling cursed under his breath, his body shifting, frantically moving to the side.
"Shrilala!"
Just then, a mass of black mist suddenly spread in front of Ye Ling.
