"Damn it! This guy is way too strong..."
Ye Wukong lay on the ground, taking a sharp intake of cool air.
He struggled to get up, wanting to stand, but his lower body had lost sensation, and he couldn't move at all.
Meanwhile, Chu Ge was still entangled with the Deathbringer Qilin.
The Deathbringer Qilin was already enveloped in Raging Flame Separation, burning fiercely, with its piercing roars echoing nonstop.
The watching Survivors looked at each other.
They were hesitating on whether to intervene.
"Forget it, who dares to get close to that flame?"
A tall Moose shook its head and said with a tone full of reverence.
The Survival Arena is all about the law of the jungle.
Chu Ge was strong, so strong that they dared not interfere, and such might easily turned into worship.
The North American Wolf King had a complicated look in his eyes, staying silent behind them.
A while later.
