The two men were none other than Fei Xuan and Wang Qizheng.
At that moment, they didn't look too good, both covered in blood. Fei Xuan's leg was oddly bent, clearly broken, and both of Wang Qizheng's arms were tattered, with wounds that were deep enough to expose bone.
"Hahahaha!"
Outside the cave, Lian Ting burst into laughter as he walked in, his chest's lion head tattoo still in the shape of an open mouth. As he stepped forward, the lion head closed its mouth, and countless segmented limbs once again reached out from his back.
"Continue! Let's keep fighting!"
As he spoke, he then saw Song Yin, who appeared composed, and grew even more excited, "Oh? Strong one, have you finished your battle? Where's my elder brother... never mind, that's not important. You should join in the fight with me!"
"Teacher, Elder Brother..."
