Bait Kill Fail

In the air of the canyon.

Black smoke rolled across the skies and everything within a ten-mile radius was dead silent.

Chi Gui stood at the middle and a white flame danced in his eyes. One hand was raised and killing intent was released.

Those from the Black Cliff palace had excited and gruesome expressions as they held their breaths.

At this moment in time even Ye Yanyu two miles away felt a chilling killing intent.

Miao miao!

The little thieving cat yawned, as if it didn’t care about its ‘previous owners’’ life or death.

“Little thieving cat, if he dies you’ll also be dragged down.”

Ye Yanyu revealed a worrisome expression.

She didn’t care whether Zhao Feng died or lived but was scared that his death would also drag down the little thieving cat whom he had a blood pact with.

This strength of this dragging down depended on the distance between them, their cultivation, bloodline and soul strength.