Jiang Liu reacted just as quickly. He knew that since he could no longer stop the Fire-Winged Monkey,
he might as well immediately close in on Ming Lang as well. An Ice Blade appeared in his hand, and he viciously slashed it toward Ming Lang's neck.
"Clang!" The moment the Ice Blade touched Ming Lang's neck, it shattered and vanished without a trace.
By then, Ming Lang had completely regained consciousness. Looking at Jiang Liu, his expression seemed to say he wished he could eat him alive.
Ming Lang leaped up from the pit, raised the long saber in his hand, and hacked straight at Jiang Liu.
Judging from his ferocious appearance, he probably wanted to split Jiang Liu in two with a single strike.
Jiang Liu's figure swept aside, evading Ming Lang's descending saber. With one hand, he smoothly drew out the great saber, hung the Soul-Seizing Lamp on his body, and struck down at Ming Lang with both hands gripping the weapon.
"Clang!" Jiang Liu's great saber was blocked by Ming Lang's long saber, and the two immediately separated upon contact.
"Boom!" The Fire-Winged Monkey's staff smashed into Ming Lang again, sweeping him far away.
Jiang Liu held the long saber in one hand and rapidly closed in on Ming Lang, who had fallen to the ground.
He raised the great saber and continued hacking toward Ming Lang.
Suddenly, Jiang Liu sensed that something was wrong. The Soul-Seizing Lamp hanging from his body radiated light that blocked the force of his blade and protected Ming Lang, preventing him from continuing the attack.
And on the Soul-Seizing Lamp, a human figure slowly emerged.
Ming Lang looked at the figure as it appeared, and his face instantly lit up with joy. "Nether God!"
He had never imagined that the treasure