Not only Yan Chuan—
The Fire-Eyed Golden Ape!
The Fire-Eyed Water Ape!
The Mo Flood Dragon!
The Ying Li!
All these Beast Kings didn't dare to move either.
In such a situation, many Beast Kings began envying the Eight-Winged Centipede, which was the first to retreat. Although it was severely wounded by the combined forces of Yan Chuan and Chen Ze, and although most of the Fire Bud Crystals it acquired were taken away, it found fortune amid misfortune by leaving early and escaping safely.
In contrast to them!
In contrast to theirs!
Trembling with fear, their fates unknown!
"Old Yan—"
Wang Zhengyi frowned tightly. He wasn't afraid to die, but with Yan Chuan and Chen Ze being so dangerous, he was about to speak up and offer some advice.
Suddenly.
At this moment.
Rustle!
A myriad of vines suddenly danced, covering the sky—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The vines whipped.
Yan Chuan, Chen Ze, Wang Zhengyi, Baili Qingfeng, the Fire-Eyed Golden Ape,...
