Ye Ling did not make a sound; he covered his chest with difficulty as he climbed to his feet, then slowly walked to the arena and sat down on the ground.
A strand of black blood dripped slowly from his fingertips and fell on the arena, quickly dissolving into a puddle of black water.
"Ye Ling, you've already been poisoned. No matter how high your cultivation is, you'll still be no match for me. Just wait to die!" Snow Wolf looked at Ye Ling with a sinister laugh, his eyes full of madness.
Ye Ling looked at Snow Wolf in front of him, his eyes flashing with cold light. He took a deep breath, and then, a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Oh? Is that so? Do you really think that?"
Snow Wolf was taken aback by these words, not expecting that Ye Ling would dare to say such a thing.
It seemed that the injury he caused Ye Ling was not enough to instill fear in him!
