Obviously, this defense artifact is quite remarkable.
If it's not shattered, Lin Zheyu simply can't get close to Wo Yi.
Crack... crackle...
The cracks on the Profound Turtle Shield increased, and Wo Yi's expression was extremely ugly.
"Damn it!"
Wo Yi's face changed.
He gritted his teeth, lightly patted the storage bag, and suddenly, a black needle appeared in his hand.
"I didn't intend to kill you so soon..."
Wo Yi sneered.
He originally planned to spare Lin Zheyu's life, interrogate him about the secrets of shamanism or even the hidden treasures, and then hand him over to Mr. Fan for a favor.
Unexpectedly, this guy was so difficult to deal with, his strength was even more formidable than anticipated, forcing Wo Yi to abandon the idea of capturing him alive.
After returning, he would find someone to buy a death artifact to summon the soul for questioning.
Hiss—
Wo Yi coldly smiled, flicked his right hand, and the black long needle hissed as it flew towards Lin Zheyu.
