Ye Feng realized he had made a mistake and swallowed his saliva to hide his embarrassment, then cleverly pointed at the Heaven-Asking Mirror and said,
"You keep telling me there's no chance for a fight, but look, they're fighting right on our doorstep, and you're still sleeping like a log?"
"Huh?"
Brother Flathead snorted hot air from his nostrils, stared at the image in the Heaven-Asking Mirror of the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile and the Fanged Mad Pig locked in battle, and suddenly burst forth with a sky-high fighting spirit, his cape wildly fluttering behind him.
Whoosh!
He flew out.
His speed was so rapid that it even surpassed the Blue Bird Elder by a margin.
"That fast?"
Ye Feng's eyes widened, "If I had known, I would have ridden Brother Flathead back... Blue Bird Elder, Misty Peak is facing a grave crisis, please hurry up!"
"I'm already going as fast as I can!" the Blue Bird Elder said.
In fact, he felt quite helpless.
