The young Onmyoji had no escape, tilted his head back, and suddenly threw a punch into the air.
Similarly, an unparalleled Vital Energy collided with Lin Zifeng's fist, sending the white-pupiled Onmyoji reeling back several meters.
"Go!" Lin Zifeng roared and charged again at the white-pupiled Onmyoji.
"Get out of here!" Black Hawk bellowed, leading the others quickly out of the woods.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The two exchanged blows once more.
The white-pupiled Onmyoji was once again blown away.
He wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
A few sinister gleams flickered through his white pupils.
"You're actually not dead?"
"Abe Qingkong, haven't seen you in two years, and you're hoping your old friend is dead?" Lin Zifeng said with a cold laugh behind his mask.
"Hehe, I thought Heavenly Gate had executed you, but it seems you're still very much alive," Abe Qingkong retorted with a cold laugh, speaking to Lin Zifeng in extremely fluent Chinese.