He raised his sleeve. A critical palm strike lashed out and Ling Feng’s body abruptly flew backwards. By the time Ling Feng managed to come to a stop and crawl up to a kneeling position, a trail of fresh blood was flowing down from the corner of his mouth.
“Lead the way!” Nangong Liuyun’s body emitted an intense chill. Cold as ice, his entire person resembled a destructive, ruthless glacier.
Ling Feng covered the painful gash. He reluctantly but solemnly nodded before staggering up and heading forward, taking the lead.