Feng Feiyun’s injuries were very serious, so he had trouble standing up straight. He was weak and shaky and it seemed as if a mere gust of wind would blow him over.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper and bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He was an oil lamp that was about to run out of oil.

This was the best chance to kill him, but no one dared to make a move out of fear that this was another trap. In the end, three heaven-defying geniuses had died in his hands while another was unconscious from his grave injury.

The only ones left from the Evil Killing Alliance were Feng Lingji and the Little Demoness.

Feng Lingji had wanted to defeat Feng Feiyun for a long time now, so this was naturally his best opportunity. He believed that Feng Feiyun was wounded and that last move had taken all of his strength. If he didn’t go now, then when else would he do it?

“Wait a minute!” The Little Demoness’ petite body turned into a red shadow and that immediately rushed to stop Feng Lingji.

Although he was her older cousin, Feng Lingji was...