Good Strength

Jue Mingzi looked at the icicles above his head, which he and his master could not block, easily blocked by an invisible barrier.

His eyes widened in surprise.

The old man, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, had his mouth open as if he had seen a ghost.

Even the white-robed man floating nearby was taken aback.

He had expended nearly 70 percent of his strength.

There was someone in that world who could stop it.

He could never underestimate the world's heroes!

The white-robed man composed himself and smiled at Wang Wen. "I believe you used the golden light. You are quite powerful. I can spare your life and even recommend you to His Majesty as my guardian if you hand over the Immortal Stone."

Wang Wen did not reply.

He leaned over and helped Jue Mingzi climb to a tree trunk and find a comfortable place to lean on.

Then he looked at the old man lying on the ground.

He thought about it.