บท 1750: The End (11)

The battle continued under the gloomy sky. Qianbei Ye stumbled backward and lifted his beautiful features while his demonic red eyes turned towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man had remained silent but his gaze was as arrogant as ever as he focused his eyes coldly upon Qianbei Ye...

At that moment, both parties cut a sorry figure. Neither could gain the upper hand and though Cang Ming was more powerful than Qianbei Ye, he was still holding on despite being in extreme pain.

"This can't keep going on."

Zixie lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms. His demonic eyes flashed with anxiety as he said, "Little girl, you better wake up soon. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid that Qianbei Ye can't hold on much longer..."

The woman in his arms remained immobile as if she had not heard his voice at all. She was completely still in his arms.