"Desperate?"
Xia Feng, in a black windbreaker, stood with hands behind his back at the door, softly chuckled, "Are you worthy?"
Heh~ Dipus's lips twitched, utterly bewildered by this fool's confidence.
He was now a spirit master of the Fourth Realm of Venerate on the brink of death, though his injured power was only six or seven tenths remaining. Yet, if he disregarded life and limb, ignored the shattering of his Spiritual Base, and went madly on the offensive, not even a spirit master of the same realm dared to block him.
In the midst of his thoughts, Xia Feng was already stepping onto the void, like a leisurely stroll, walking slowly toward him.
Dipus hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to cast a spell, but couldn't help but pause.
Because he found that the distance between Xia Feng and himself seemed to be infinitely extended, unable to determine the opponent's position.
