His heart was shattered, Qiu Shenjie showed a hint of relief in the corner of his eyes, and finally lost his breath.

"This!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Yu's eyes were gloomy. Unexpectedly, Qiu Shenjie, the living dead, did not pose any threat to Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower.

His eyes flashed coldly.

Yan Yu said to Pei Xiangxu: "How are you preparing for the back-up?"

"Don't worry, sir. The master of the Blood Flag Sect has already brought his Thirteen Iron-Blooded Guards outside the city. As long as I send out a signal, they will rush in!"

"Although Leng Huishan is strong, he can't stop the iron-blooded formation led by the leader of the Blood Flag Sect himself."

Pei Xiangxu said.

"Okay! Send out the remaining ten semi-finished living dead and let them use their remaining strength!"

"Don't Leng Huishan want to give dignity to the strong? Let's see how he gives it!"
Chapter completed!