Death God of the Night
Chapter 238

A Secret Clash of Arts

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He was still thinking about the danger just now. That had been someone who could kill him in a single move, and he felt he had been a little reckless.

Beside him, Old Sun could hardly fail to see what was on his mind. "Kid, everything is under my control. Go ahead boldly, without a worry."

Wenlong curled his lip and thought, Like hell I believe you. You rotten old monkey, you're wicked to the core.

Still, thoughts aside, he had come through several encounters without suffering any real harm. There had been scares, but no disasters.

Seeing that Wenlong still looked as though his soul had fled his body, Old Sun sighed. "Let's go back to the Heaven Realm. If you don't want to take risks, forget it."

Only then did Wenlong come to his senses. "Let's wander a little longer and see whether anyone else comes."

Old Sun gave a cold chuckle and followed behind Wenlong without saying anything more.

Before long, Wenlong sensed people rushing toward them from ahead. He was just about to retreat to Old Sun's side.

The people ahead arrived in a flash, while Old Sun said gravely from behind him, "Go on. Strike first and seize the advantage."

This time, Wenlong was truly in an awkward spot. He had sensed more than one person coming. Now he was too embarrassed to back out, since he had been the one who wanted to keep going.

With no other choice, he steeled himself, swiftly placed a Defensive Array Formation on his body, and darted forward.

Fire Spirit and thunderbolts attacked the approaching enemies in turn. Before they could find their footing, he caught them completely off guard.

Drawing the Divine Sword, he unleashed another continuous barrage at them. The whole sequence of spell attacks took

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