บท 1761: Then write a debt bill

Yan Jiutian's face was pale like snow, his chest was full of blood, his eyes were blood shot. He waved his hand and the black mist formed a shield in a rush to block the lightning sand that was filtered by the silver dragon.

Crack. The remaining lightning sand landed all on Yan Jiutian's shield. The shield split apart and Yan Jiutian howled in pain and was smashed away a few hundred km. When he got up, his body was completely charred, he was disfigured.

Ye Mo really wanted to give Yan Jiutian another lightning sand. He knew that one more and Yan Jiutian would be dead for sure. Yan Jiutian progressed much faster than him, if he didn't kill Yan Jiutian, it would be more dangerous for him the longer he dragged it on.

However, although he seemed to be in a much better state than Yan Jiutian, he exhausted himself just as much as Yan Jiutian. He couldn't even use Illusion Cloud much less lightning sand.