"From afar."
The Golden Tiger King vaguely heard Wang Liling's coquettish voice, "Daddy, daddy, did I do a good job this time? That stupid old Golden-winged Sun-Eating Tiger actually fell for it."
"Long'er did well," Wang Shouzhe said, stroking the head of a miniature dragon, his voice filled with concern. "You've worked hard this time. Let daddy heal you."
As he spoke, streams of extremely pure energy flowed into her body.
The injuries Wang Liling had sustained began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, Wang Shouzhe said, "Yuwen Chiyi and Shouzong, you've worked hard killing that Golden-winged Sun-Eating Tiger. Ruolan and the Old Ancestor will assist from the sidelines, be careful, and everyone else sweep the formation!"
"Yes, Family Head."
Wang Shou Zong was the first to respond, stepping forward above the crowd, striding into the Sandstorm Illusion Formation with thunderous footsteps, as if he were a War God entering the battlefield.
