Hunted Down By An Insect

The voice was so loud that it sounded like Heavenly Thunderbolts, and it completely masked the sounds of the bell in Bai Zhiyi's hand.

Bai Zhiyi lost his complexion as he turned pale. His body swayed again, and he finally fell hard to the ground.

The Beast King Sect naturally had inherited secret techniques. In particular, the ones that targeted the Beasts had many unique effects. Nonetheless, Bai Zhiyi's opponent was too powerful this time, and it was far from something that could be resisted by a blacksmith like him.

Ou Yangming looked up and looked closely ahead. Amidst the fog, a black figure was vaguely seen.

He moved his lips, causing a subtle voice to be heard by Bai Zhiyi. "Elder Bai, I'm sorry."

Before his voice died away, he flashed and charged at the black fog.