This whipping produced an extremely deep sound.

The Lord of An Yong resisted the blow, and the strength of his divine body was immediately affected, but he quickly recovered immediately. He only paused for a moment, and then continued to pursue him.

"madman!"

"Super crazy! How could I meet him!"

While the flint master threw it away, he was filled with resentment in his heart.

In fact, in terms of strength, he is not much inferior to the Lord of Ernst and Young, it is just one level different.

The attack treasure used by the Lord of An Yong is better, the secret method is stronger, and the level of the divine body is also stronger.

It stands to reason that with just one level difference, there is no danger of death at all.

However, the style of play of the Lord of An Yong is to exchange injuries for injuries, with no defense at all. It is purely about who can resist better, and consumes the divine body at a high speed. Even a strong man at the same level as him will feel uncomfortable when encountering such an opponent.

It was a huge headache, let alone the Flint Master who was a level below him.

When Yunhe arrived, this was what he saw.
Chapter completed!