"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding!" The sound of a ringing bell made the raging fire in Guo Zhenfeng's chest dissipate a little. He was in a trance momentarily.
A silhouette bore out from the numerous abyssal creatures at this very moment. She arrived before him at an unusually high speed and pressed her palm onto his chest.
Guo Zhenfeng was a valiant general on the battlefield and his Blight Mountain Axe was ever triumphant. His fighting abilities were considered powerful in the soul masters' world, yet he was more skilled in fighting with his troops than in a complicated one-on-one soul master's battle.
His battle armor, black as ink, had emerged to block the opponent's attack a moment before the opponent's palm contacted his chest.
