If it were two aerial mastery peak enemies, Ning Fan would never think of counterattacking, but now... "I'd better hurry up and restore my True Qi first!"
Watching the fleeing believers below his feet, Ning Fan silently flew outside the city, trying to place the battlefield outside the city to avoid implicating these innocent people.
I won't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren dies because of me.
The life and death battle near the Pyramid involving twenty priests is nothing less than an apocalypse to these ordinary martial artists.
In the face of this man-made disaster, countless may die as collateral.
But Ning Fan does not regret stirring public opinion to provoke war between the Temple and City Hall.
"Oh! This person is really strange."
Among the crowd running like a river, one person stands still, even gazing upward.
"Really fearless, still watching the commotion here."
Ning Fan glanced quickly before hurrying away.
"Ning Fan, where do you flee?"
