"Take this you wretch! " Zhao Lei spoke coldly. Just as he did, Luo Ming decided to help him. He used the yang spear again. This beast had always chosen to dodge that attack always, as it was dangerous to take it head-on.
So, as usual, the beast moved away to dodge the spear, and Zhao Lei used that brief moment to immediately dash away. When he had put enough distance, and now the closest person to the beast was the masked cultivator, he smiled, "Let's see how much of an immortal you are... tsk."
Lin Feng was a little amused by all this farce. If he wished, he could kill this beast right now, but there was no hurry.
As expected, the beast laid its eyes on Lin Feng, who had begun moving away from the edge—but with a walking pace, as if he wasn't concerned about the fact that the leopard was going to attack him.
This calmness made Zhao Lei a little worried. He truly couldn't read the masked cultivator's thoughts.
