Uncle Hei, This Isn't Like You!

"Cough, cough!"

Li Hei pushed himself up from the deep hole, blood dripping down the edge of his lips. His expression was dim and desolate!

Looking up at the sinister-looking man in the sky, he felt frustrated, but he could only sigh in his heart.

Sigh!

He was getting old!

"Old Hei!"

General Shen's expression changed when he saw the situation here.

"Where are you looking?" Liao Cha's cold voice sounded beside his ear as a golden sword ray shrouded General Shen.

General Shen squinted and immediately retreated.

Slash!

However, a few sword rays still slashed his clothes, leaving behind bloody wounds on his body.

General Shen glanced at the wounds, and his expression clouded over. He felt grave.

Li Hei was already defeated, but he didn't have a high chance of winning either. Would Yong City really land in the hands of the Zhenli Clan?

If that was the result, he would be a sinner!