Spiritual Monkey

Murong Long was in a tight corner. His freely flowing hair smelled burnt, the spiritual suit he wore a mess.

Doing nothing but staring down after flying into the air, he was waiting for Jiang Chen to appear. Once he saw the latter, he would kill him directly.

Everything had been burned on the hill, and the fire was gradually extinguishing, but still, Jiang Chen hadn't appeared.

"It was a tactical formation of an indiscriminate attack. He must be dead."

"Probably. He intended to die along with Murong Long."

"Anyhow, Murong Long is one of the top three of the Dragon Rise List. How would he have been killed so easily?"

Ying Wushuang's skin was as smooth as jade. In the ruddy firelight, she looked as if she was wearing clothes made of sunlight.

Standing closest to the hill, she was staring at it intently.

What would he do?

Ying Wushuang was sure that Jiang Chen wouldn't choose to die with his rival.