Cui Zhimin's face was gloomy, and a cold, murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he watched Qin Fang slowly walk away, and then glanced at Shi Yuan's gradually cold corpse beside him.
Suddenly...
Swish, swish, swish~~~
Qin Fang was walking slowly towards the exit of the valley, his pace slow but stable, when suddenly a very slight sound came from behind along with a cold chill on his back. The murderous intent was even clearer.
At this moment, Qin Fang's face didn't show any panic. Instead, a somewhat sinister smile appeared as if he had long been waiting for the opponent to make a move.
The person who made the move was none other than Cui Zhimin. There was no one else here besides him.
Cui Zhimin's strength was very strong, not daring to say he was stronger than Shi Yuan, but the martial arts he cultivated were the authentic Demonic Sect Divine Skill, inherently one notch above Shi Yuan's half-baked skill.
