Zhao Lingxuan grew anxious. The Fifth-Transformation Spirit Rhinoceros had just fought Little Spirit, and now it was here…
The Fire Simurgh was also on high alert, but it had no strength left. The Fifth-Transformation Spirit Rhinoceros closed in, step by step. Wang Meng, meanwhile, was trying to figure out how to deal with it. Fifth Transformation, thick-skinned, tough, and with no obvious weak points—it was exactly the type of opponent he hated fighting.
Zhao Lingxuan squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the image of the monster stomping on Little Spirit.
"Hey, hey, girlie! Your roasted chicken is fine, but we're the ones in deep trouble!"
Zhao Lingxuan's face was pale, her mind completely blank. "Wh-what do we do?"
