“Zhao Feng, we’re going to help the Cold Moon King. Please be more serious in the coming battle.”
What the golden-haired male said made Zhao Feng nod his head awkwardly. In the fight just now, he was merely testing out his skills and figuring out how to use his spatial domain and his God Lightning Tribulation Intent instead of focusing on actually killing the opponent, otherwise their combined force had a 70-80% chance of slaying the Metallic Turtle King.
“Let’s go rescue the Cold Moon King,” the golden-haired male turned into a streak of golden light and flew toward her location.
Shua!
A pair of Wings of Wind and Lightning fluttered behind Zhao Feng’s back, and he instantly caught up with the golden-haired male.
