"Lin Fei, are you okay?" Little Black asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm still holding up." Lin Fei felt dizzy, truly not expecting the drug they used on him to be so powerful, leaving his mind in a haze, far from clear. He looked towards the distant hall and sighed, "Let's go!"
Little Black took the lead, and one man and one dragon moved continuously through the night, though Lin Fei's head still ached. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
"That poor Double-winged Tiger, dying just like that." Lin Fei couldn't help but shake his head.
"It's not dead yet, Lin Fei, this is an opportunity!"
Little Black suddenly spoke, noticing that the Double-winged Tiger still had a breath, indicating it wasn't dead.
Lin Fei was surprised and then approached the tiger, indeed sensing a feeble breath, "It seems like it should be dead, right? Why isn't it dead?"
