Lu Dongjun retreated repeatedly. In his memory, He Haiqin was supposed to be an Eighth Layer Food Cultivator; how could he have learned a Ninth Layer Technique?
When did he advance?
As the violent wind dissipated, He Haisheng also rose from the ground and stood behind He Haiqin.
He Haiqin chided He Haisheng, "Third Brother, you're too impatient. Didn't I tell you to delay him here? Why did you engage him directly?"
"Brother, you were a bit impatient yourself. You swallowed my smoke." That smoke was equivalent to He Haisheng's own flesh and blood.
"I damn near choked on it," He Haiqin coughed twice.
He Haisheng gritted his teeth. "Brother, he's the one who harmed you! His Strategist, Wan Jinxian, is a Disease Cultivator!"
He Haiqin also gritted his teeth. "I know. You don't need to do anything. Today, I'll skin him alive myself!"
Lu Dongjun appeared calm, not at all panicked.
