Fang Lin indifferently looked at He Jinfeng, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You lost."
At those words, He Jinfeng's face filled with unwillingness, his fists clenched tightly, fixatedly staring at the golden glow clinging to Fang Lin.
That golden glow was his last resort, meant to come into play after this move.
Unfortunately, the battle had already been decided, and even letting that golden glow take effect changed nothing.
He lost, He Jinfeng lost, no matter how reluctant he was, a loss was a loss.
All the young Demon Beasts couldn't believe it, many of them stood there stunned, only coming to their senses when Fang Lin uttered the words "you lost."
He Jinfeng lost? How could this be?
They found it incredible; He Jinfeng, such a formidable figure, unbowed in their eyes, had actually been defeated by a young member of the Human Clan.
