In this world, order has not yet collapsed, and the weak are not at fault, but the strong enjoy various privileges.
Lu Ping'an stood in the thirtieth layer again, watching the silver armor gradually turn to ashes and sighed helplessly.
He won, but he also lost.
"Huh?"
Little Flame tilted its head, its blood-red eyes somewhat confused, not knowing why its master was unhappy, thinking it hadn't performed well.
"No, you did well... I'll give you an extra meal later."
Lying on the ground was a silver armored knight, a real fourth-tier Magic Monster, not long ago.
Just five minutes ago, with its extremely cunning movement skills and ubiquitous dimensional blade light, combined with its perfect and unpredictable footwork, it made Lu Ping'an very uncomfortable.
However, when Lu Ping'an cheated and released Little Flame to bite it, the situation naturally reversed.
