Junior brother, are you ready?" He looked at Yu Hong with sharp eyes.

Yu Hong had also taken a few steps back and looked at Yusha curiously. "That's it."

"Then...be careful!" Zhengming quickly raised his hand, made fingerprints and fingered the judgment, and muttered something, as if he was reciting some oral judgment.

At Wenshi, inside the Resentful Sand Vase, a silver smoke suddenly flew up, turning into a sheet of silver birds in mid-air, circling around Zhengming.

Each of these flying birds is only as long as a hand, flies extremely fast, and has sharp white light in its eyes.

"Go!" Zhengming pointed with one hand, and immediately a group of at least thirty silver birds all swooped at Yu Hong.

At this moment, Yu Hong had a thought in his mind, and moved his hand seals to show his surrender. Suddenly, the mysterious figure in white on the first floor appeared in front of him.

The man in white is composed of silver smoke, which is obviously also derived from the resentful sand. At this time, it shows a clear silvery white color.

As soon as he appeared, he pounced on the flock of birds. Puff puff puff puff.

The man in white was actually quite strong. He kept grabbing one by one, not defending at all, only attacking. After just ten seconds, the birds were crushed one by one, and he himself was riddled with holes.

puff.

Both sides turned into silver smoke and flew back to the bottle of resentful sand.

"This time, let's call it a draw." Zhengming breathed out, feeling aggrieved already.
Chapter completed!