Ignoring the roar of fury of the Fatal Poisonous Commodus Dragon and ignoring the admiring glances of over two hundred thousand players, Xie Feng and Yao Mei looked at each other in silence. Each of them, even without speaking, knew very well what the other wanted to represent just by looking at each other.
It was a look of provocation but at the same time of praise.
From the point of view of both of them, the fact that the other could move in such a way in the face of the unimaginable pressure exuded by an Immortal-grade beast and be able to make precise attacks was worthy of praise. To be able to react at the exact moment, to dodge, and to counterattack was something that might sound simple but that 99.9% of people could not do in the face of such great pressure.
Although Xie Feng's mask would cover his entire face, his eyes could still be seen through the mask's slit, therefore, after Yao Mei gave him a last glance, she turned her attention back to the boss.
