"I've let you be for so long, so your Ancestor Blood Dragon has grown up to this level. Now, it's time for me to take over," Wang Yize looked at him and said coldly.
"Aren't you afraid of being pecked and blinded?" Su Bai glanced at him and asked indifferently. "I don't want to attack you now, so don't force me."
He was not afraid of Wang Yize but rather of the White Dragon King, who was still lurking in the dark.
Once the fighting drew them out, it would be too difficult.
Hearing the other man's words, Wang Yize could not help but smile. Drew the others out?
Who did Su Bai think he was?
Killing him on his own was simply a matter of a few minutes; how could it draw others out?
His face turned cold, and a black spider exuding the breath of time appeared out of thin air; its powerful breath was a blend of darkness and time.
