The downcast middle-aged man drifted down outside the group of demons, frowning as he watched.
He hesitated, watching from afar as the Heavenly Demons besieged.
The more crazed the Heavenly Demons became in their siege, they couldn't stop Meng Qi's fists.
The fists were like copper hammers, and as time passed, they showed no sign of exhaustion.
The copper hammers became even more substantial, seeming heavier and more powerful.
Song Zhixia asked, "Is he going to attack?... Could it be that he's afraid?"
The middle-aged man hesitated and delayed, as if making a difficult decision.
Song Lianshuang curiously watched him to see what he was going to do.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked over.
His gaze seemingly pierced through more than three hundred meters to meet theirs at the mountain's peak.
Leng Tieya smiled and nodded, expressing friendliness.
The downcast middle-aged man showed an awkward shyness, nodded, and quickly shifted his gaze.
