Chasing the wind reappears.

A huge blood hole appeared on his chest, and even the gorgeous scales between his eyebrows were dimmed.

Zhufeng looked at Lin Fan blankly: "I lost."

Lin Fan didn't say anything, just looked at him with steady eyes.

There was blood leaching out from the pores all over his body, staining his uniform red, and falling from the soles of his feet onto the ring.

Zhufeng's blow just now almost tore his body into pieces.

If his body had not been sanctified, he would have died in pieces.

Even now, under the battle clothes, his body is full of cracks. If it weren't for the suppression of golden thunder and lightning, maybe he would be cut into pieces at this time.

"How could I lose?" Zhufeng smiled sadly.

"Good to go." Lin Fan whispered, raised the heavy halberd in his hand, and chopped it down.
Chapter completed!