"So powerful…"
Only after Ding Huan's figure had disappeared beyond the iron defense line did Fan Yibing murmur to herself.
She had no idea that Ding Huan was not relying on his own strength but on the genetic poison fog he had created.
Standing here watching the battle as well, Nong Yizhen's complexion was somewhat pale, realizing only now just how formidable the powerhouse Zhong Chi had mentioned truly was.
Zhu Qijiang glanced at Nong Yizhen, his tone quite cold,
"Dean Nong, you say you've been smart your whole life, so why be foolish for a moment? If it weren't for Zhong Chi pleading on your behalf, you would have been killed."
Nong Yizhen took a deep breath; having seen Ding Huan withstand the Demon Dragon and even pursue it further, he no longer harbored any haughty feelings.
"Ah, my eyes were blinded by self-interest."
