"It's just..."
After the excitement, Song Feilian calmed down slightly, looked at Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Ling, is it too much for you to deal with Yang Zhen and Winter alone?"
"Since I've dared to speak, I naturally have my own plan."
Ling Feng smiled faintly, glanced at the sky, and said slowly, "Now that night has fallen, let's rest for the night and set off tomorrow. We will have a direct confrontation with the Demon Clan tomorrow!"
"As long as we start the battle with the Demon Clan, I'm sure Winter will come with Yang Zhen. By then, all I need to do is show up, and with Winter's hatred towards me, he will naturally try to kill me first. You don't need to worry about me, just focus on dealing with the Demon Clan. I will lead Yang Zhen and Winter away."
"This... fine!"
Song Feilian nodded, realizing there was no other choice but to trust Ling Feng.
