Deja vu, Primordial Battle Armor! (2)

Beside her, Zhao Chen also furrowed his brows, looking towards the distant and deep dark abyss.

"Foster father?" The gloomy sword intent on Huang Zhihu's body began to slowly surge.

"Big Brother is fighting someone?" Zhao Chen turned around and asked in a low voice.

He was asking about the God Slaying Puppet that had been silent.

"Yes." The God Slaying Puppet nodded.

Huang Zhihu moved and walked forward quickly, the sword in her hand clenched.

"Don't leave without permission during the mission!" Not far away, a figure rushed over.

Guyang Gang, Chen Jinyu.

At this moment, Chen Jinyu was holding a long whip in his hand. The golden whip flashed with the sound of tearing the void.

This strike was actually going to leave Huang Zhihu behind.

"Go away."

Huang Zhihu unsheathed the sword in her hand and pulled the blade diagonally. The cold light from the sword directly cut off the golden whip.