Just as Zhou Feng was about to continue tangling with the two fire foxes, Zi Yue'er's anxious and charming shout rang out again in the field: "Tian Zhong, stop holding back! Quickly settle these two seventh-grade fire foxes. We can't hold out much longer with the other nine!"
"Seventh-grade beasts? Damn, wasn't it said that the Red Flame Fire Fox King only had about ten ninth-grade beasts around him? This information is way off!" Upon hearing Zi Yue'er's shout, several people were startled.
Secretly surveying the battle situation around, Zhou Feng felt a wave of helplessness. In the field, only Bai Tianzhong and Lin Tong could contend with the two fire foxes, each confronting one. The two cases on his side were impossible to resolve in a short time, and Lin Tong was handling another one. Looking over at Zi Yue'er's direction, they were merely delaying, and if this dragged on, none would survive. Zhou Feng was deeply anxious; it seemed he had to reveal his strength ahead of time.
