For a master at the Peak of Aerial Mastery, even the power gained from sacrifice can do quite a lot in just a moment's pause.
A moment! Perhaps not even that. The second beautiful head flew high, once again spraying a column of blood towards the sky.
"You bastard!"
"Master Ning, don't!"
Seeing Ning Fan still charging towards Nakta II, Tielei immediately shouted.
But with Ning Fan's rising murderous intent, there was no way he could listen.
"Hmph hmph!"
Nakta II let out a cold snort, not caring about the approaching Ning Fan.
Before Nakta II could speak, another Black Robed Priest beside him stepped forward, forming a pincers movement with the previous Black Robed Priest, waiting for Ning Fan to trap himself.
"Not good, it's the ten priests of the City Hall." Tielei exclaimed, "Quickly, stop Master Ning."
Although he said this, Tielei believed the Temple's priests should understand his intentions.
In name to stop Ning Fan's reckless actions, but in reality, to protect him.
