Guardian

Shi Mu looked at the pale silver flame in the eyes of Liu Yan and became nervous.

The two fireballs gave off a sinister and sorrowful feeling.

"You've forced me to use the Ten Thousand Corpse Qi of the Fallen Angel Desk. For you and me now, there is no turning back." Liu An said in a cold voice while stepping out. In a second, his figure disappeared.

Shi Mu's face was discolored but he did not hesitate and swiftly swept toward the side.

As he moved, a black light flashed and a dark claw appeared from the side. Charged with lightning, it left a few shadows in midair.

Puff puff… Blood began to pour down.

Shi Mu's body appeared a few feet outside and his face was as pale as a piece of paper. He had his hand on his waist, where his clothes had torn and blood began to pour out of his deep wound.

Although he was quick to doge, Liu An's speed was far too fast to completely escape from.