It’s like a giant dragon lying on a high mountain, looking into the distance.
Yes, in the previous battle, the strange demon didn’t use all his strength, and neither did Ye Fan.
Most of the time, Ye Fan was passively beaten by relying on the thunder dragon body.
While being beaten, Ye Fan’s body was running crazily and fainted, absorbing strength and keeping a low profile.
Of course, while doing this, Ye Fan also used Yunyang Nine Steps to consume Chu Qitian’s strength.
It is precisely in this situation of ebb and flow that the gap between Ye Fan and the strange demon is also getting closer little by little.
Until now, Ye Fan felt that it was time.
It’s time to start the final battle.
On the fairy road, Ye Fan’s words echoed slowly.
When Chu Qitian heard this, his face became more and more gloomy.
Until the end, the torrential anger turned into endless chill and murderous intent.
“Well, you brat, you actually plotted against me!”
“Playing with me?”
“However, do you really think that you can defeat me with these tricks?”
“I tell you!”
“No matter how many schemes you have, no matter how powerful you are, you are still Little Doyle.”
“Your heretics are vulnerable under the majesty of this deity!”
“The only use is nothing more than to live a little longer.”
Chu Qitian said in a cold voice, the rolling sound was like thunder.
“Yeah?”
“Then let’s wait and see.”
Ye Fan looked calm.
Not the slightest bit of tension and fear can be seen on the delicate face.
Instead, it became calmer than ever before.
It’s like a deep spring, an ancient well.
No matter how big the storm was, it didn’t cause any waves in his heart.
Is it because of self-confidence? Because the odds are in your hands?
of course not!
What Yimo said just now is very correct. His little tricks, in the face of power, are after all just trails.