"Bastard!"
Hua Yingjie spat out a mouthful of blood and charged forward frantically once more.
Hua Yingjie's cultivation was too mysterious, making his realm unstable, and he wasn't skilled in combat before.
On the other hand, Bai Mengxian had steadily advanced through cultivation, laying a solid foundation, plus years of battle experience allowed him to completely suppress Hua Yingjie in a fight.
Hua Yingjie was already in a frenzy, not knowing how many times he was blown away, yet continued to attack desperately, completely disregarding the disparity in power.
When Hua Yingjie was blasted away again, several figures descended from the sky.
Tang Ming reached out to support Hua Yingjie's back, dissipating the force: "Fourth brother, that's enough, leave the rest to us."
"Damn it, why do we have to wait until he's hurt so badly to intervene?"
Sun Zhuangjia grumbled with a dissatisfied look.
