Various thoughts flashed through Ling Feng's mind, his trump cards, how he could escape...
But no matter how he thought, in this split second, unless he abandoned all his companions and directly used the Eastern Emperor Bell to escape to another plane.
For example, the Milo Continent would be a good choice.
However, if he really did that, Ling Feng would never forgive himself for life.
He would carry this regret, grieving for life.
"Roar!——"
Opposite him, the Flame Lion let out a low growl, once again gathering its momentum. Although it was equally surprised by Ling Feng's strength and wary of him, it could not suppress the rising desire for slaughter in its heart.
Drip!
Drip!
Blood dripped from Ling Feng's broken right arm onto the ground.
The chill in Ling Feng's heart grew colder.
He could only barely repel this Flame Lion one more time, but what after that?
