"Youngster, are you truly seeking a fight to the death with this old one!"
Wu Jiao's voice was sharp, and her withered hands slowly gripped the black staff in her hands, those eyes in the mist filled with eeriness.
"A fight to the death? Haha, I've destroyed your Copper Corpse Puppet and the Five Elements Ghost Soldiers. With your venomous nature, can you truly agree to a truce with me?"
Qin Yang mocked with a smile, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
This old witch's two trump cards have been broken by me; if I don't kill her now, when will I?
Besides, wizards are not adept at close combat. Today, this old hag will certainly die.
"Hmph, old witch, enough with the nonsense. The scenery below is beautiful, perfect to be your burial ground."
Qin Yang glanced at the lush forest below and said coldly. Immediately, he beckoned with his right hand, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword underfoot flew into his hand.
Buzz~!
