As soon as he spoke, not waiting for Bai Ling to say another word, the old healer's figure began to blur, like ink dissolving, slowly vanishing from this space.
...
Snow Dragon Valley, fraught with deadly peril!
Ji Lin's golden divine tiger was poised to strike, its tiger eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty ferocity, fangs bared. Its massive body crouched slightly, like an arrow on a string, transforming into a golden death comet, ferociously charging at Lin Chen at the forefront!
"Attack together!"
Ning Ye and the others, their eyes wide with rage, roared as they summoned their strongest spirit beasts to form a barricade, hoping to desperately block this catastrophic blow!
However, they all knew too well that against the full force of the ninety-ninth level spirit beast, all their resistance was as futile as an ant trying to move a tree, utterly fragile.
Lin Chen's pupils constricted, his blood seemingly frozen at that moment.
Could it really...
be the end?
Just then!
