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Weird, why is it that although Feng Pudu is only a Devil Battle King of the eighth step, he can only use the power of the ninth step? There must be a reason behind it.

Di Jiye didn't have time to think about the reason. The Wind Domain mainly controlled speed. Di Jiye's speed would slow down in this domain, but Feng Pudu's speed would increase, and when the speed of the two superimposed on each other, the difference would be even greater. Moreover, Feng Pudu was already three levels higher than him.

Di Jiye laughed bitterly in his heart, but he still endured to the last breath. Although his speed was slow, his entire body still bent determinedly towards the left, his heart beating chaotically. Could it be that this time, he would really fall into Feng Pudu's hands?

Feng Pudu's wind blades released a blinding white light, and pierced towards Di Jiye at a very fast speed. Just as it arrived in front of Di Jiye, a gigantic sword was slowly inserted in it. Di Jiye's belt was grabbed by a big hand, and was forcefully pulled back. Although the strength was huge, it still felt like he was slowly moving back. Although the golden wingman was in time, within the Domain of Wind, his speed was not comparable to Feng Pudu's. He was only half a beat slower.

Portrait... The extremely soft voice made the golden wingman feel like his guts were about to burst. He helplessly watched as Di Jiye's forehead was stabbed by a small stone and fresh blood sprayed out in an extremely slow and strange manner. Di Jiye's black eyes slowly closed.

The golden wingman carried Di Jiye in its arms and nervously channeled a strand of spiritual energy into his body to sense the flow of his blood and the flow of his spiritual energy.

The golden wingman raged, its golden eyes spewing fire. "No... Feng Pudu, you actually dared to kill Fourth Prince, are you seeking death? "

Feng Pudu was calm and composed as he blew lightly with his breath and said with a smile, "So what if I've killed them all."

Di Jiye wanted to die, but seeing that the golden wingman in front of him had personally witnessed him killing Di Jiye, he would definitely want to kill him too. The current situation must not be seen by anyone else.

However, there was a huge gap between a prepared seventh level Devil Battle King and an unprepared fifth level Devil Battle Master.

Feng Pudu was secretly anxious in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and collected. He was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to kill.

Ti Ming was not an idiot, he calmed down quickly after getting angry. His temper was impulsive and easily angered, but at the most important moments, he tended to be straightforward and meticulous. Now that it was related to Di Jiye's survival, no matter how anxious he was, he had to calm down.

His left hand was half-hugging Di Jiye, his palm facing Di Jiye's palm, and the ratio of profound strength to spiritual energy was slowly circulating within Di Jiye's body, not daring to stop in the slightest. No matter what, at least they couldn't stop Di Jiye's heart from beating or cause his blood flow to stop.

His strength was already one stage lower than Feng Pudu's, so it wouldn't be easy to challenge Devil Battle King's first stage. Now that he added on the fact that he had scored at least a fifth of the spiritual energy, he had no chance of winning.

Today was the seventh fragment of the night, so he would continue to work hard tomorrow.