In the depths of the Black Wind Demonic Abyss were two figures.
In Tian Xunchuan's eyes, Yan Chixia seemed to realize he was going to die. Therefore, he had completely unleashed a desperate attack.
"The Burning Spirit Scripture? Brat, you're courting death!" Tian Xunchuan sneered.
"I said that even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Jiang Ming's face was full of determination. He held the Scarlet Separation Sword and rushed toward Tian Xunchuan.
The battle between the two broke out again. However, Tian Xunchuan did not retreat. Although he had lost an arm, all kinds of spells were at his fingertips. He cast them ruthlessly.
In Tian Xunchuan's eyes, Yan Chixia was just a lucky brat. He probably had some great magical tool on him to defend him from the black wind all this time.