C388 If He Couldn't Win He Had to Escape

A pungent stench of blood hit him squarely in the face. Four monstrous Heaven Level creatures, each a different grotesque shape, charged at Wang Yao, their gaping maws dripping with saliva, ready to rip him to shreds and devour him whole.

Lee Wanfeng's face paled slightly at the sight. Despite Wang Yao's earlier claims of his strength, Wanfeng had harbored doubts.

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