Seeing that icy cold expression on Ye Zong’s face, was knife. Nie Li wiped the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up. Waves of soul force were circling around him, gradually forming into large wings on his back. This is soul forming. However, the wings that were formed behind Nie Li were much bigger compared to Xiao Ning’er. Furthermore, it’s three pairs. Six huge wings were slowly flapping behind, waves of soul force were confronting Ye Zong’s.
“The only reason I’m not fighting back, is because you’re the father of Ziyun. It’s not because I’m afraid of you……” Icy cold words slowly came out of Nie Li’s mouth. That gaze of his was as sharp as knives.
At this moment, Nie Li was suspend in the air, like a god. His eyes had faint hints of a frightening aura.