If I say it ends, only then is it the end
編輯: Henyee Translations
Ling Han moved, his might soaring to the heavens.
He was not as simple as the ninth form, but rather the peak stage of the ninth form. The strength of his battle prowess was something that even Han Di could only look up to. The gap was not just a little bit.
Boom!
Under his frenzied barrage of attacks, Han Di couldn't block them at all. He vomited blood repeatedly, and he was constantly on the verge of death.
However, Han Di could also be considered the ninth form at present, and he was a Silver Generation elite at that. His natural talent was indeed outstanding, and that was why he could just barely hold on.
However, this was only struggling at death's door, and could not last for very long.
"Stop!" Right at this moment, a soft rebuke was heard. Mi Qingdie directly broke out of the window of the private room, and landed on the battlefield, as she shouted coldly at Ling Han.