Fang Lin did not kill He Jinfeng, which made many Demon Beasts present breathe a sigh of relief, and the few Ancient Demons also felt at ease.
As long as He Jinfeng was not killed, everything else could be discussed.
Fang Lin sheathed his long spear, took a Pill, and rapidly healed the injuries on his body.
Looking around, those young Demon Beasts who had been very disdainful of him were now showing respect, though many were still filled with hostility.
After all, Fang Lin had severely trampled on them by defeating a Talent like He Jinfeng, causing these young Demon Beasts to lose face, naturally generating considerable hostility towards Fang Lin.
"Does anyone else wish to battle me? I am more than willing to oblige," Fang Lin said with a grin, addressing the young Demon Beasts.
Dead silence followed, with no one daring to respond.
Even the skinny youth who thought himself no less capable than He Jinfeng, and the icy woman with long white hair, remained silent.
