C1646 Killdrin!

Zhuo Li, who had lost a hand, now had a pale face. He staggered and continuously retreated backwards.

He never imagined that he would actually be so weak under the Golden Crow Sword. That kind of sharpness was enough to completely destroy him. When he once again looked at the Golden Crow Sword, his pupils slightly contracted. He had never imagined that the situation would develop to this extent