This place was full of young heroes, and everyone stood up, their hearts filled with anticipation for this battle.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King, like a Demon God, intimidated many of the younger generation; few dared to fight him. Now, he was about to duel with the Doomsday Holy Body.
Ye Fan, with "little life left," faced his own doomsday, yet his power was flourishing. If he were to fall due to the wound from the Great Dao, it would surely be a rather dull end.
Now, he would engage in a great battle with the Golden-winged Little Peng King. It would likely be his last, providing a perfect closure, whether he won or lost.
"This birdman is too arrogant! He should be skinned and deboned!" the Black Emperor snarled, baring his teeth.
"You dog, I won't spare you either!" The Golden-winged Little Peng King's eyes swept across coldly.
"Hopefully, your skills are as strong as you claim." A cold smile touched Ye Fan's lips.
