Jiang Fan smiled slightly.
He bent down to pick up Liu Li, then leaped down from the back of the Sky-Devouring Tiger, which was several dozen feet tall.
The Demon Race below roared.
"He's coming down!"
"Attack! Beat him to death!"
"Don't let him go!"
...
The Demon Race surged in like a tide, ferociously attacking Jiang Fan.
Countless light spots, fist winds, and leg strengths attacked.
The combined power was so great that even the Sky-Devouring Tiger grew solemn.
It was about to intervene to protect the two of them.
Unexpectedly.
A purple light flashed, appearing at Jiang Fan's feet. It gently held the two in suspension mid-air.
Liu Li felt the wind whistling by, her heart pounding with fear.
"Are you trying to get us both beaten?"
But unexpectedly, the falling momentum suddenly stopped.
She thought that the Sky-Devouring Tiger had caught them.
But when she looked up, she saw the Sky-Devouring Tiger looking at Jiang Fan with a ghostly expression.
