After all of that, Chen Yang finally turned his gaze toward Lin Feng and the others, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous aura spread from his body.
Beneath him, the Frostvenom Python coiled menacingly, its dark blue venom dripping onto the ground, releasing a suffocating aura of toxicity.
A single drop of that poison could probably wipe us all out.
Lin Feng forced himself to remain calm, though his injuries from his battle with Yi Bei sent waves of agony through his body.
Not that Yi Bei is doing any better, he thought, glancing at his opponent.
The deep wound on Yi Bei's shoulder had already left him at death's door, yet despite his grievous state, Chen Yang had shown no mercy—his techniques had wrung yet another bout of torment from the dying man.
Chen Yang's gaze returned to Lin Feng, his expression indifferent.
