At this moment, the sun and the moon were dimmed, and the sky was murky as if being shrouded with a layer of dust. It was gloomy and chilly.
Mo Qiancheng attacked Ji Jiutian like mad. As if demonized, he had totally lost his mind, and his pitch-black hair was wildly fluttering in the air.
Bang!
His fist, with an earth-shattering power, hit Ji Jiutian hard on the chest. Ji Jiutian immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, but there was still a mocking smile on his slightly raised enchanting face.
"Mo Qiancheng, I'm telling you the truth, believe it or not!"
"Shut up, you shut up!"
Mo Qiancheng released another powerful aura and kept shooting spirit forces at him, stirring up a cloud of dust and leaving deep ditches on the ground.
Boom!
Ji Jiutian held up his hand to block the attacks. He kept retreating but his face remained sarcastic.
