"Hurry... hurry up and go, I'm about to lose control." Luo Feng's suppressed and hoarse voice came,
breaking the delicate atmosphere between the two individuals exchanging glances.
Shao Zifeng's heart jolted, and he quickly turned his head, only to see amid the rolling flames the Nine-tailed Demon Fox's tails flickering in and out of visibility, its eyes, which had returned to normal, were once again tinged with a hint of blood-red.
The sea of fire concealed Luo Feng's figure, but his suppressed and pained shouts were sharply audible.
Shao Zifeng's hand, gripping the hidden blade, tightened slightly; if all else failed, he would have to resort to this.
Although it had been nurtured for a long time since its last unsheathing, whether it could inflict damage on a seventh-tier mystical beast like the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, he honestly had no confidence at all.
He turned to look at Yang Qian, wanting to ask for his opinion.
Huh?
What's with that confident smile on your face?
