C776 Meeting on a narrow path

The night wind was cold and bloody.

Zhao Mingzhe, who had been severely injured, used the water-repelling spear to prop himself up. With Xiao Meng's help, she did her best to stand up.

At the front, the disciples and cultivators of the Divine Martial Pavilion were all retreating to the sides.

A piece of red cloth, like a red dragon, zigzagged forward and landed on the ground