"Step back." Feng Ning sized Ding Hao up with his purple eyes and stood in front of Zhu Ganglie.

The pigman was really seriously wounded. In addition to the fracture, the places scratched by Evil Moon were bleeding hard. A kind of strange power had invaded his body. He could not fully recover in a short time. As soon as he was teleported to the Gold Divine Hall, he sat down cross-legged to adjust his aura and recover.

Feng Ning could feel Ding Hao's surging ...