The Cold Pond Golden Horned Jiao Dragon bit the Iron Armor Griffin's neck and viciously slammed it onto the ground.
"Enough, let it go."
Li Fengxing worried that the Cold Pond Golden Horned Jiao Dragon might kill the Iron Armor Griffin and quickly reminded it.
He slightly tilted his head, looked at the two people being treated by the Healing Type Guardian Beast, and sighed, "Base-level competitors daring to go wild in East Sea City? Go back and train for another ten years at least!"
The two were so angry they felt like spitting blood.
Meanwhile, Feng Tianlin, who was resting on the other side, was completely silent at this point.
Would they still fight?
Originally, he thought that there was only one monster, Chen Fan, in East Sea City.
Now, why did he feel like there were monsters everywhere?
Taking just Li Fengxing's sword just now, if he were to go up against it, he might not be able to withstand it either!
Feng Tianlin was at a loss.
