"No!"
Di Zhongan's eyes widened, but there was nothing he could do. With a thrust of his spear, although Di Zhongan had swung his sword to intercept it, and even though he was trying his absolute best to pull back his strength, he still couldn't stop that crimson long spear from lunging straight ahead, aiming directly at Qiu Ji's back.
With his back to Di Qing and to that crimson long spear, Qiu Ji could still feel the hell called "death" walking toward him. Yet, far from feeling a shred of fear, a sense of relief bloomed in his heart.
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