The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and both sides rushed to kill each other in an instant.
The heavy sword in Tang Nazhi's hand was bathed in flames, and there was no longer any smile on his face. His target was Tian Jue and Ji Ying!
Kill them!
That was the only thought in Tang Nazhi's heart.
"Do you want revenge? Unfortunately, I'm afraid you will never get your wish. Soon, you will die like that human." Tian Jue let out a low laugh with ill intentions. He knew Tang Nazhi. He was the young man who fought with Li Xiaowei just recently. Looking at Tang Nazhi's expression, he knew how much of a blow the death of that young man had been to him.
