"Finally caught the opportunity."
Walking out from the ocean, the Sea King stared at Lin Haifeng who was waiting sternly ahead, his eyes slowly squinting, a murderous aura gradually emerging.
He had endured this for a long, long time...
"Cough cough..."
The Demigod was still half-kneeling on the beach, coughing nonstop, but the sign of coughing blood had disappeared, and the piercing wound on his forehead was gradually fading.
As Lin Haifeng said, the Demigod did not have a vital point.
The Sea King glanced at the Demigod, then asked casually, "So, Lord Kuangliu, can I kill him?"
"As you wish, as long as you can kill him."
