This blade felt familiar...
"Du Meng!!!" Yi Dao recognized this Master who had once fought him, but later vanished without a trace when he left with Jhiang Chenyu.
Corpse Artisan Du Meng.
He was far more terrifying than before.
This slash tore open the sandstorm....
The Mage blocked the blade. Seeing Corpse Artisan Du Meng about to snatch Zhao Nian away, he drove the sand howling past.. the area was too wide, and Du Meng, after all, specialized in single-target attacks—if he had Zhao Nian in hand, there was no way he could cast this sandstorm..
So he viciously hurled Zhao Nian away.....
High above, torn between killing the Pope and saving Zhao Nian, Sui Yi made her decision in an instant. She turned and dove down....
Her speed was so great that Zhao Nian was snatched into her grasp in the blink of an eye, but Sui Yi sensed a wisp of familiar qi.
This qi... felt familiar.
Did it come together with Du Meng?
