Du Yiwen looked at Feng Yuanqing, who looked very sick. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
The plan now was to capture that old man to save a chance of survival. Otherwise, even if he could keep his life today, he would not be able to escape the fate of destruction.
One of the old men looked at du Yiwen and understood what he meant. The two of them suddenly burst out and took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on Qiu gaohe to charge towards Feng Yuanqing.
"Be careful!" The clear wind sect's disciples, who were unaware of the situation, cried out in unison. They wanted to stop him, but with their strength, how could they be faster than a heavenly Yuan late stage expert?
Ling Chuxi smiled slightly. Even if she used her toes to think, she knew what du Yiwen would do next. It was just a matter of time.