"Little Gold...your mother...is truly remarkable..."
On the other side, Lin Yun, having witnessed this scene, found himself taking a sharp intake of breath in surprise.
He and Little Gold had just sparred with the enemy, and he knew very well how strong they were. It could be said that he was no longer the person he used to be, and neither was Little Gold, the combination of their strengths far surpassed that of Ouyang Zhanlei in the past.
Yet the strength of this Holy Land envoy was even greater than theirs.
The first time he met Little Gold's mother, she had sent Ouyang Zhanlei flying with a single swipe of her paw, and in the end, he had managed to escape.
At this moment, seeing Little Gold's mother beat this Holy Land envoy, he truly felt the immense strength of Little Gold's mother.
Indeed, without comparison, one would not understand. Without comparison, there would be no hurt.
"Roar--"
