Just when Xueh Wuheng thought he was about to perish under that dense and numerous Sword Qi, suddenly, that familiar huge black vortex appeared once again, emerging above their heads, countering the dense Sword Qi that was plummeting down!
The black vortex dissipated, but Xueh Wuheng also saw that the black vortex had once again blocked Luo Qingchuan's attack!
And when Xueh Wuheng turned his head back to look behind him, at this moment, after the young man had blocked the attack with the black vortex again, his face had turned so deathly pale it was almost inhuman.
"Junior Uncle, are you alright?" Xueh Wuheng asked with full concern.
Given their current predicament, he couldn't help but be concerned about the young man's situation; at this moment, his own life could be said to be completely in his hands—if he were to be finished, the next person to die would surely be himself!
"It's nothing! I'm not dead yet!" Shi Feng responded upon hearing Xueh Wuheng's question.
