"Nether King, you will die!" Vermilion Bird snarled. Her left shoulder was still bleeding profusely where her arm had been severed, a wound that had a massive impact on her power. She could barely muster half her usual strength. To make matters worse, Zhou Fan kept taking Recovery Pills to maintain a relatively stable condition, and he was as fast and slippery as an eel—impossible to catch. It drove her mad with rage!
"Old Witch, die!"
Just then, Li Xing and Li Yue charged in. With a sharp cry, they flanked Vermilion Bird, stabbing at her ribs from both sides!
"Insolent brats! You're courting death!" Vermilion Bird was truly enraged, burning with fury. 'Being toyed with by Zhou Fan is one thing,' she thought. 'After all, his own strength isn't that much lower than mine, and we've fought before. I know how cunning he is. But these two little wenches… they grabbed my feet, letting Zhou Fan sever my arm, and now they dare to attack me again!'
