The Little Qilin and the Iron-eating Beast went through the longest night.
Even though the Little Qilin had already reached the Eighth Layer Heaven, it was nothing compared to the Old Qilin, who accompanied the First Generation Master throughout the entire journey, having lived as long as all the schools of thought.
Strength, speed, physique.
The Little Qilin wasn't inferior to the Old Qilin.
Even in terms of endurance, the Little Qilin excelled, but at this moment, experience and skill decided the victor.
The Little Qilin didn't know how many times it fell to the ground, and finally, it seemed to give up entirely.
It sprawled directly on the ground, refusing to get up no matter what.
"Not fighting anymore! Not fighting anymore!!!"
The Little Qilin shamefully held back tears, lying on the ground as if dead.
The Iron-eating Beast Ball lay collapsed nearby, mumbling: "No more eating, good fruit, no more eating!"
"I really can't eat another good fruit."
