Hanging by a Thread

"Junior Brother, put me down. Don't worry about me."

Ming Zhen realized that the situation was dangerous and said softly.

Su Zimo obeyed and placed Ming Zhen carefully not far away.

At that moment, Ming Zhen was withered and emaciated after being refined by Teng Lingzi for 10 years. Seated in a lotus position, he was like a skeleton that would fall apart with a single gust of wind.

"Junior Brother, don't worry and fight."

Ming Zhen closed his eyes after saying that.

Seven Kills Peak.

Su Zimo surveyed the experts of the Blood Vine race fearlessly and shouted with a burning gaze, "Come, let me see what your Half-Martial Ancestors can do!"

"Brazen ant!"

A Blood Vine Mighty Figure cursed and threw out the Blood Gourd in his hands. It spun and smashed towards Su Zimo.

Su Zimo sneered and closed his sword finger, slashing gently in the direction of the Blood Vine Mighty Figure!

Chi!