Seeing the awl-like weapon in Fang Yu's hand, Zhao Ying's face was filled with shock and confusion.
Before they knew it, in the next second, the two were in a bizarre corner.
Fang Yu lifted her up, grabbed her neck, and said, "Tell me, how did you know I was here?"
Given his current cultivation, Zhao Ying had no reason to track him, moreover, his divine sense had already entered the Desolate Divine Sense realm, if possible, Fang Yu could even call himself Desolate Divine.
So.
Fang Yu absolutely did not believe that Zhao Ying, with her abilities, could find him.
There might be some other unknown schemes behind her.
Zhao Ying's face was twisted, red with anger, no matter how tightly Fang Yu held her neck.
Zhao Ying still showed defiance.
The consciousness of the Desolate Divine Sense enveloped Zhao Ying's body.
Like a scanner, it swept over her entire body, before his hand relaxed, and with a thud, Zhao Ying fell to the ground.
Fang Yu sighed, shook his head, and said:
