Teng Li had no choice but to use his life-saving emergency weapon that was given to him by his old man in Teng Jia city, it was an extremely powerful Yuan treasure, this Yuan treasure had only one use, ever since he got it, he had never encountered a crisis where he could use it, but two days ago, he knew that if he doesn’t use it, then he would die.
Under the huge might of that Yuan treasure, most of the vines were destroyed as the rest retreated underground, taking advantage of this chance, Teng Li quickly rushed out.
Even remembering it now, he felt a cold sweat, he hated Wang Lin’s guts.
In particular due to the fact that Wang Lin didn’t encounter him head on, every attack of his, was with that strange flying sword, which was almost impossible to guard against, leaving him no choice but to consume his spiritual force, and keep released all day his flying sword to spiral around him for self-defense.
After looking around the river carefully, hesitating a little, he squat down near the river and drank, after five-six days of continuous pursuit, he had become thirsty.
The river water was sweet and refreshing, Teng Li felt good, and picked up some more to drink but suddenly a green flying sword appeared silently infront of him, and directly rushed towards him in a stabbing motion.