A blurry figure in a green shirt appeared behind Wang Shiyu.

　　An immeasurable amount of pressure was released from this silhouette.

　　In this instant, whether it was Real Jing Yun or Gong Yang Zhi, both of them had a thrilling feeling like the end was near.

　　Great fear overwhelmed the two in an instant.

　　The green-shirted figure appeared from the rusty longsword in Wang Shiyu's hand.

　　"That's ......"

　　Gong Yang Zhi remembered a ...