"ROAR!"
"Kill him!"
The roars and furious cries of Demon Fiends followed close behind, rising from all directions.
"Good... Good."
Luo Yi weakly opened his eyes. Looking up at Gu Zheng, he forced a smile. "Sorry to... to trouble you two, my lords. Especially you, Lord Gu. Just the other day, we were wondering how we could ask... ask you to... to come."
He said it all in one breath before he could hold on no longer. His head fell heavily to the ground as he lapsed into a coma.
HUMMM—
Gu Zheng's Divine Wondrous power surged, and he infused it into Luo Yi's body to sustain his Inner Breath.
Then, he raised his blade and charged toward two members of the Iron Lion Race that were running right at him.
These dozen or so Demon Fiends stood three meters tall, walked on two legs, and had the heads of lions. They were the Iron Lion Race.
Their bodies were as tough as Spiritual Soldiers, and their strength was immense. They were nearly invincible against others of the same realm.
