บท 2677: Eight Hole Emperor

Han Sen had only been recovering for half an hour when Mo Fang came over to fight, the three others following behind him like ducklings.

Shale glanced toward Mo Fang, and Mo Fang lifted his lips while looking back at Shale. Neither said a word, but they each knew what the other was thinking.

"Butterfly, are you with us, or are you with Shale?" Mo Fang asked, looking at the Fox woman.

"I'm just a weak woman. I can't help anyone," Butterfly said while falling back. She didn't want to help either side.

Mo Fang knew the woman was more than she seemed. She had deliberately leaked the news that Shale was no longer deified. She obviously wanted to sit back and receive whatever benefits stumbled into her lap.

But Mo Fang didn't mind. No matter how tricky she might have been, she simply wasn't strong enough to affect his chances of securing first place, he believed. For right now, only Shale was standing in his way.