"Take your life—"

At this moment, an angry shout came from afar like thunder.

I saw the Silver Armor Marshal, riding a dragon-scaling horse, running towards this side.

The monks who were climbing on the wall, such as Yang Fan and Hu Fei, were so scared that they were scattered.

"Has the disguise been seen through?"

A chill surged in Yang Fan's heart.

Drive!!!

The dragon scale horse rushed towards the silver armored marshal, and the spear in his hand flashed cold silver light and stabbed hard.

"not good!!"

Mr. Wan Yan's face turned pale.

The Silver Armor Marshal's pursuit target was actually him!!!

How is this possible? His cultivation is obviously only maintained in the middle stage of the fusion.

At this critical moment, Mr. Wan Yan waved his sleeves in his hand, forming a twisted yin and yang ray of light.

At that moment, the surrounding voids were under the spiral of yin and yang, and all of them had inexplicable changes, making the virtual and real seem uncertain.

Pooh!!!

The spear is fiercely stormy in this place.

Mr. Wan Yan screamed, his arm was broken and bloody.

And the first half of the spear of the Silver Armor Marshal's spear actually softened. Mr. Wan Yan flew upwards for more than ten feet with his strength, his face pale and colorless.

Seeing this clearness, Yang Fan was frightened. Fortunately, he and Hu Fei had already climbed to a certain height and escaped from the attack range of the marshal-level Terracotta Warriors.

However, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses around them will not actively attack them who simulated their breath.

"Huh!! Finally came up."

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and came to the passage above the square, with a flat avenue in front of him.

The monks who survived climbing up were all covered in scars and bruises.

However, Yang Fan and Hu Fei are an exception.

"Why are you not injured? Also, those Terracotta Warriors, why don't you attack you?"

Xing Gang sat cross-legged in the corner, his face pale and was recovering from his injuries.

Liu Yue's injuries were slightly better, and she also looked at Yang Fan with a curious look on her face.

Mr. Wan Yan was even more injured and had no time to pay attention.

"The scent of the Terracotta Warriors and become the 'like' among them.'

Yang Fan’s way of being neither salty nor indifferent.

"Damn it, you know this kind of magical power, why don't you tell us!!"

Xing Gang was furious and his eyes were ***.

"Sorry, this method was something Yang thought of later in the crisis."

Yang Fan shrugged, his tone very cold.

At the critical moment, these three people left themselves and Hu Fei alone and fled themselves. Are they the so-called allies?

"I have tried this method of simulating breath, why doesn't it work?"

Han Qi murmured to himself.

"Walk."

The blood-colored dragon patterns on Qin Emperor's face kept flowing, and his aura became even more ferocious and terrifying. He took Han Qi to the depths of the Xianqin tomb.

As for Qin Lei, Qin Ming and other powerful people in the outer sea areas above the late stage of the fusion, they have all fallen.

The only ones who survived were the Great Demon and Mr. Wan Yan, but the injuries of these two were extremely terrifying and were almost in danger of their lives.

"We'll go, too."

Seeing Qin Emperor's actions, Yang Fan moved his mind and followed Hu Fei.

"Master Yang, do you want to abandon us and ignore us?"

Mr. Wan Yan, who was healing, opened his eyes and a cold light flashed.

"Yang cannot protect himself, so he has no ability to care about others. Isn't this what Mr. Wan Yan did before?"

Yang Fan sneered and pulled Hu Fei to run inside.

"You're looking for death!!"

Mr. Wan Yan was furious and was about to get up and start, but he groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

(Chapter 2 I'm late, sorry)
Chapter completed!