C122 Taishan Pressure Roof

Long Yu withdrew his Nine Hell Dragon Spear.

The elegant body of the close friend Qiu Yin, who was dressed in white clothes, fell in front of Long Yu while bleeding. He still had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Spirit level …"

The corners of Qiujie's mouth moved slightly as he murmured these two words. However, he no longer had the strength to say the latter half of the words