A hint of relaxation flashed across Meng Qingyun's face and said, "I'm back. The one I just did, and this time I'm back."

And at this time.

Third floor.

corridor.

Flashes of cold murderous intent continued to spread.

The five people in the battle seemed to have noticed it.

They separated at the same time and looked around vigilantly.

The corridor is terrible at this time.

Even the thunder outside could not be spread.

Zhenyang Daojun's face was solemn. He took a step back a little. At some point, a drop of cold sweat flowed on his eyebrows. The eyebrows quickly crossed the tip of his nose and fell on the floor. With a ticking sound, the murderous intent around him instantly condensed. Zhenyang Daojun's face changed and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but one hand had already pinched his neck.

"Things seeking death!"
Chapter completed!