C1298 Chase down

"Huff!"

Just as Ying Feng and the rest were preparing to enter the sea of clouds, a few rays of cold light cut through the air, flying towards Ying Feng and the rest.

"You're courting death!" Ying Feng let out a cold snort, the Death God's Scythe in his hand gently swiped, and the few cold beams of light suddenly broke apart, transforming into countless sword beams that whistled through the air