C156 God Cleansing Record(2)

Suspended in midair, Qin Biao found himself in a precarious position, his old momentum spent and new strength yet to arise. He could only force his body to change direction. Yu Yiming, however, seemed intent on delivering a fatal blow. His sword was coated with a thick, sticky demonic aura, and it was about to pierce Qin Biao when a breeze wafted by, carrying a delicate scent of flowers