At the same time.
In the ruins of Cangyang City.
"Heh."
After Yi Lin's face slightly changed, she pressed her feet hard on Xiao Thirteen's Old Sword.
Hiss!
Yu Meng, nailed to the ground, bled from around the sword wound in her abdomen as the blade drove deeper, her expression growing more ferocious from the intense pain, losing all her former grace.
"Spare life under your sword!"
Zhao Yulong didn't know what to do at such a time.
Clearly, Yi Lin had activated some kind of cheat. Her "Combat Power" exceeded the combined strength of Yu Meng and Zhao Yulong.
Zhao Yulong's psychic point neared depletion. With no prop in his storage space to restore psychic points, he watched helplessly as the woman he admired was brutally mistreated by Yi Lin.
Yi Lin ignored Zhao Yulong, looking into Yu Meng's eyes, he snorted:
"The wrath of a king? What an apt description of the wrath of a king."
