The battle erupted and ended even faster. Chi Feng, the nine-headed bird race’s godly monarch, had his body pierced through. Blood flowed profusely, and his eyes were filled with hatred as he followed the white-haired godly monarch into the distance.
Kun Long was in a miserable state. His confidence had nearly collapsed, and he had suffered a great blow. In this fair duel, he had still suffered a great defeat.
Chi Feng, Yun Tuo, and Kun Long had all left, leaving behind a trail of blood. What left monkey, Xiao Yao, and Peng Wanli dumbfounded was that Cao de had secretly collected a large piece of Kun Long’s dragon spine meat.
He was even searching the battlefield to see if any of the nine-headed Bird Chi Feng and the three-headed Divine Dragon Yun Tuo’s flesh had fallen to the ground.
This... problem was truly too shameful. At the same time, it was also a headache.
