Ye Ling's figure retreated continuously for hundreds of meters, his feet stepping on the ground, his body suddenly shook, thump thump thump, he stepped back three steps before he could finally manage to steady himself. However, Ye Ling felt a stabbing pain in his chest, almost suffocating him into unconsciousness.
Ye Ling took a deep look at Chevrolet not far away, his eyes filled with lethal intent, and a thread of crimson slowly spread, this guy, was simply unforgivable! He had actually colluded with gene warriors!
Chevrolet was also staring tightly at Ye Ling, smiling with a sneer, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.
"Kid, today, you're going to die!"
Chevrolet ground his teeth as he spoke, and the two black-clad gene warriors nodded as well, their faces savage.
Ye Ling took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a mad luster, the three layers of sword intent pouring into the Demon Blade like an ocean, the thread of red light becoming almost substantial!