Fang Yu holds the Mandala Flower, which is his personal weapon—the Death God.
Staring straight ahead, he pays no attention to the Hidden Dragon Guards in black on the rooftops behind and beside him.
The Death God has already transformed into a slender sword form.
"Come at me together."
Fang Yu utters these four words lightly, his tone turning gloomy and cold.
Nie Wu felt an endless killing intent emanating from him... That killing intent seemed as if it came from Hell, sending shivers down the spine.
This...
How is it possible!
Isn't he at the Martial Arts Fifth Layer?
A sense of indescribable fear rapidly surged.
Nie Ning's eyes were also filled with horror!
It's impossible for someone at the Martial Arts Fifth Layer to have such a powerful aura!
Due to the tension, Nie Wu and Nie Ning took a step back.
"Kill!"
At the command,
Five figures on the rooftops, holding short swords, charged like the wind.
