Lin Fan looked at Zhao Qing Ying's figure, and he had a bad feeling about this.
He had the same look as Lee Xiao earlier.
Ready to fight to the end.
Lin Fan would stay and help if he could.
But he knew there was no point to it.
The Dark Lord was too powerful for him right now.
If only he was at level 10 or 11 with his physique level.
He might have a chance.
Or maybe if he was at Soul Transformation Level with his cultivation.
Alas, it was not to be, and he would have to try and stay alive.
"Follow us." The peak lords glanced over at Lin Fan and the other disciples that were around.
Zhao Ming Ye took out his flag and Han Dang took out an artifact that was in the shape of a boat.
When Li Hai saw them move, he punched in their direction.
Boom.
The Qi wave from his punch was stopped by Zhao Qing Ying with his wine gourd.
"You… Give me back what is mine and I shall let all of you go," Li Hai pointed at Zhao Qing Ying and said.
