Watching the receding figure of the Black General, Li Chen couldn't help but show a pensive look in his eyes.
He had lost this battle.
And there was no denying it.
The defeat was due to absolute strength suppression; even with all his might, he couldn't stand against the Black General, whose strength had become terrifying with the Red Moon.
Gazing at the wound on his waist, Li Chen's gaze grew more intense.
Given the situation just now, if the Black General had wanted to kill him, he only needed to delay a little longer, but why didn't he kill him?
"Is the fruit not ripe yet?"
Remembering the words of the Black General, Li Chen's eyebrows furrowed even deeper.
The injury on his body could be temporarily ignored. Although it looked severe, it was nothing more than flesh wounds, but the psychological impact he had suffered this time was even more significant.
Indeed, the Black General was very strong, strong to the point where he, as he was now, could not contend with him.
