"Follow me!" In the darkness, the words of the Divine Wind Warrior reached Ling Haotian's ears again. But this time, he did not have any emotions, but followed Ling Haotian's words.
Two human figures continued to pass through the dark night. Blood sprayed from time to time, appearing so bewitching and beautiful at midnight.
"This is the real killing technique! No, it's art!" Ling Haotian sighed in his heart.
He didn't know why he felt very safe behind the Divine Wind Warrior, as if the sky had fallen, but the Divine Wind Warrior was there to protect him.
However, the Divine Wind Warrior gradually quickened his pace. The more he followed, the more difficult it was for him to follow. In the end, he actually lost his strength and lost consciousness! He just followed the Divine Wind Warrio
