"Damn it, I will absolutely never give up!"
Ye Ling gnashed his teeth and cursed under his breath.
His eyes were fixed dead on the figure in front of him.
The next moment, he abruptly stood up, sword in hand, and charged towards that person.
He wanted to try again!
Ye Ling roared furiously as he sprinted forward.
Whoosh!
The sword pointed directly at that figure!
The man's expression slightly darkened as his eyes intensely focused on the figure in front of him!
The blade in Ye Ling's hand became even more fierce.
With one slash, the person emitted a dull groan again!
Black flames burning on his body suddenly extinguished, and streams of smoke began rising from him.
A red glow squarely targetted his throat, and Ye Ling's emotionless eyes stared dead at him.
"Speak, who exactly sent you here!"
"What does the person behind you really want!"
Ye Ling asked coldly.
"Haha! Kid, you really dare to threaten me? Ridiculous!"