C511 Defeated by the demonic face

"Hiss ?"

Fresh blood oozed out from the ghost mask's back. The intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air.

But he looked at Qu Zhantian, cupped his fists, and said solemnly: "Thank you!"

He knew that Qu Zhantian's strike just now could have taken his life, but she had held back.

If he still didn't know what was good for him, he would be courting death.

Furthermore