"The existence of Samson is in a soul form, theoretically speaking, he is immortal!"
On the platform in front of the temple, Yu Na's words made everyone's heart tremble:
"Doesn't that make him invincible?"
Shangguan Yue, with anger and unwillingness written all over her face, said:
"Are we just going to let him run?"
The dashing Guo Shaojie said helplessly:
"Chase?"
"No one here except Yu Na can see him, how do we chase?"
Yu Na also said:
"I only sensed that he seems to have gone down, I'm not a hundred percent sure."
Looking at the flickering lights and the noisy sounds at the foot of the mountain, everyone's mood became very heavy.
At this moment, Shangguan Yue turned to look at Zhang Xinying, who was frowning.
Then she jogged over to Zhang Xinying:
"Are we really just going to watch Miss Kyoko die like this?"
At this time, Dongfang Jing pointed out a key issue, which Zhan Tianpeng translated:
"Yeah! What about Sister Jing's wisp of soul?"
