C920 The Torture of Di Mofei
When the attack came, Di Mofei was on guard. This time, he had a new feeling. The Black Sickle in his hand waved quickly, and the two of them fought once again. However, the situation had changed.
Lin Yu did not defend at all. His blade was aimed straight at Di Mofei's vital points. He was slashing at the weak spot where the black gas appeared. He did not care if Di Mofei had any defense
