"Cough, cough... God of Slaughter, you're truly strong—strong enough to surprise me again and again. But, I still believe that in the end, the victor will be me!"
While secretly trying to heal the injuries within his body, Ding Qiu kept his eyes fixed on Bai Xiaofan, hoping to stall for as much time as possible.
At this moment, for Ding Qiu, time was life!
"Are you certain the victor will be you?"
Bai Xiaofan's eyes narrowed slightly. With a shout, he took a step forward!
As Bai Xiaofan stepped forward, Ding Qiu felt as though a massive mountain was pressing down on him. Instantly, his body stumbled backward two steps, and blood once again seeped from the corners of his mouth!
Ding Qiu's heart was filled with terror, almost to the point of despair!
How could this be?
Why had Bai Xiaofan become so powerful?
Just his aura alone was enough to nearly shatter Ding Qiu's heart meridian!
Impossible, impossible!
Bai Xiaofan must have used some sort of demonic spell!
