Chapter 2204
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Feng Wu nodded.
Meanwhile, the seven men in black were chasing after her.
They were like real killers, silent, quick, and ruthless!
They fanned out in all directions, and it seemed that they were going to surround Feng Wu eventually.
So, at this moment, there were only two people chasing behind her.
One was a Spiritual King, and the other was a Spiritual Lord.
Feng Wu didn't say a word as she ran through the forest.
However, her pursuers picked up speed, and before long. Thump!
The Spiritual Lord made his move.
When he was about twenty meters away, a flying dagger shot out!
"Die!" he bellowed.
"A Level 1 Spiritual Lord," the white fairy warned Feng Wu.
The white fairy didn't have a physical body, and she had always been in the form of a soul. That was why the Spiritual King didn't notice her when she perched on the jade pendant.
Feng Wu was a Level 7 Spiritual Elder now, and there was no way she could dodge a Level 1 Spiritual Lord's attack.
But at a time like this, she would die if she couldn't.
Hence, Feng Wu threw herself forward, and the dagger narrowly missed her head.
But because of this, when she fell forward, the people behind her caught up!
One was a Spiritual King, and the other was a Spiritual Lord.
Their faces were covered in black scarves, and Feng Wu couldn't tell who they were at first glance. However, the Spiritual King looked familiar.
Was he someone she knew?
Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.
Meanwhile, the Spiritual King crossed his hands behind his back and stared at Feng Wu, as if he hated her for what she had done to him.
The Spiritual Lord smirked and stepped forward.
He raised both of his hands up high, and his weapons gleamed under the cold light, bursting with a cold glint!
Sitting on the ground, Feng Wu kept backing away.
She could see the hatred in the man's eyes.
He wanted to kill her with his own hands.
"Do you hate me?" Feng Wu stared at him and narrowed her eyes.
The Level 1 Spiritual Lord didn't say a word. He looked at Feng Wu as if he was looking at a dead person.
Feng Wu tried her best to relax.
As long as she could hold them off for another 15 minutes, Jun Linyuan would come to her rescue.
Therefore, what she had to do now was to stall for time.
"You're so much more powerful than me that I can't escape. I'm going to die this time, but I have a small request." Feng Wu stared at the Spiritual Lord. "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? "
The Spiritual Lord sneered. "Why don't you think that we're ninjas from Dongsang?"
Feng Wu said grumpily, "You're staring at me like you want to kill me, so you're definitely not from Dongsang."
The Spiritual Lord turned around and glanced at the Spiritual King.
The Psionic King crossed his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind. His eyes were half-closed.
"Even if you want her to die, you should at least let her know why she died, right? I don't want to be a muddle-headed ghost, "Feng Wu said.
The Psionic King nodded.
The Spiritual Lord had been wanting to take off the black scarf for a long time. After getting permission, he tore it off.
In front of him was an ordinary face.
If she had to point out anything special about him … He didn't have the arrogance of a superior. Instead, he seemed to be in awe of a subordinate.
"I think … I've seen you somewhere before." Feng Wu stared at him and fell into deep thought.
"Miss Feng Wu, of course you did. But you didn't even notice a lowly person like me back then." The Spiritual Lord snorted.
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