Lightning flashed suddenly, and before Long Jianchuan reached Tang Rao, the attack of the Dark Demon Leopard landed on Long Jianchuan's chest.
The huge roaring sound came, as if metal and stone were shattering.
Long Jianchuan's body was like a kite with a broken string.
The attack of a Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beast was not something one could easily endure.
Long Jianchuan's defensive strength was formidable, but it still looked rather miserable; his cloak had been blasted to tatters. His body smoked and emitted an unpleasant stench.
"Yo, yo, yo, you still holding up?" Tang Rao looked at Long Jianchuan, who was getting up from the ground again, with a smug smile.
Long Jianchuan's eyes were dead set on Tang Rao, his chest filled with unspoken rage.
This trash, if you have the guts, come at me yourself, fight me one-on-one! Hiding behind a black panther, what kind of skill is that?
