"Ding Ding Ding…" The scales flying at him like pear blossom needles in a heavy rain sparkled with a ghostly light, clearly carrying potent poison, covering the sky, enveloping Xiao Chen.
Despite Xie Li's sudden attack, Xiao Chen remained unperturbed, his Dark Blood Spear danced between his hands. The dense spear shadows overlapped and intertwined, weaving into a solid net, repelling the lustrous scale shards one after another.
"I underestimated you. But this was just the appetizing dishes. This tribe chief is more powerful than you think with just these little tricks."
Seeing his foolproof attack, finding no success beneath Xiao Chen's solid defense, Xie Li's face fell a bit, and he tried to vindicate himself.
