"A mere ferocious beast dares to attack me actively, it's seeking death!" Yan Heng sneered disdainfully, raising his palm to strike at Little White with a terrifying palm wind, like a mountain peak crashing towards Little White.
"This old guy is really strong." Xiao Ye was shocked by Yan Heng until he spat out blood and retreated explosively, pausing mid-air.
However, he didn't feel discouraged at all; instead, his gaze was firmly fixed on his opponent, his heart tense, ready to make a move at any moment.
Yan Heng didn't take Little White seriously at all, his cold gaze turning to Xiao Ye: "Kid, no one can save you today!"
"Old man, you better take care of yourself first," Xiao Ye said with a hint of mockery on his face.
Just as Xiao Ye's words fell, the surrounding void trembled, and the sound of breaking through the air intensified.
"What!"
