Feng Feiyun was indeed grievously injured with blood everywhere. He paid a great price in order to kill Chen Mojin and the old protector.

These two were big shots, not that easily killed like some random ruffians.

“Can you still fight, Yi Zhenfeng?” 

Wu Yangsheng stared at Feiyun while riding his beast diagram. A bright radiance exuded from him. Suddenly, a fiery sun flew out from his forehead. The area around him began to burn with a great force.

The three corpses also looked up at the sky and roared. They sucked in energy and became engulfed with corpse power, looking just like three blood-stained devils from hell.

“Why can’t I?” Feiyun looked as fierce as before while looking at them with disdain.

He wrestled with one corpse in the sky, issuing loud explosions. It was as if he was smacking a large...