The second bell rang, and the flaming cloak floated in the air, making a hunting sound.

Wang Jin walked forward on the blazing fire in the air, his speed reaching the extreme.

There was a faint sound trembling in the air, not the chirping of cicadas, nor the muffled sound like thunder.

It was Luo Chan who had concentrated its power to the extreme, and it only let out a sigh.

The stream of light that illuminated the dark night danced in the air, and the hatred in Wang Jin's eyes almost burned.

No, it's already burning.

The sword light flashed, completely cutting through the haze above his head.

The young man swung the sword in his hand with the hatred to cut off everything.

"Boom——"

The third time the bell rang, all the flames were extinguished, and everything just seemed like a dream.

Snap.

The young man, whose body was charred, fell to the ground.

Following closely behind is a head.

Annie took a deep look at Wang Jin and disappeared.

"Wang...Wang Jin?"

"Sister Xiaobei!"
Chapter completed!