He thought with disbelief on his face, "Damn it! How is this guy so strong?"
"Weren't we brought to this world at the same time?"
"Why is he so far ahead of me?"
Fang Long's heart continually screamed in frustration!
With the strength Cao Xing was showing, all Fang Long's past provocations seemed like the acts of a clown.
And Fang Long was utterly unwilling to accept this fact.
He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, "Lord Priest! That kid is the Chosen Lord and the key to this group. As long as we kill him, the battle will be over!"
Hearing these words, the Black Robed Priest, who was struggling against Sarah, immediately flickered his gaze momentarily.
He knew that those who understood the Otherworldly Lords best were the Otherworldly Lords themselves.
Thus, he believed Fang Long's words.
"Send an assassin to take out that kid."
As the words fell, a figure with a short knife swiftly rushed out from Assam's battlefield.
And he charged straight towards Cao Xing.
