Li Changhe glanced in the direction of the forest, and under the moonlight, he could barely see a huge shadow shaking in it. Trees swayed, and leaves fell like snowflakes.
His cheap godfather clearly hadn't cleaned up that monster yet.
It should be because he couldn't clean it up, so he had to delay instead.
At least, he wouldn't let that monster mess things up again.
He tried to pull the Mo Blade out, but the blood was too slippery, and he failed three times.
Li Changhe could only helplessly give up the Mo Blade. He turned around and kicked a wild man rushing towards him in the chest, and the phantom of Yun Ting appeared behind him again. Her hair directly wrapped around the wild man's neck and twisted hard.
"Little brother, how much physical strength do you have left? I don't dare to use my skills casually." Yun Ting responded, her hair pulling and tossing the wild man away. She then took a horizontal knife from the arm of a dead Great Tang soldier.