Silence!
Utter silence!
Outside, everything turned deathly still.
Only the magma of that Scorching Hell kept churning and rolling, constantly changing.
"Don't tell me that Ling Xiao bastard still has some secret he won't let us know?"
Yun Zhonɡ Fenɡ thought of this, but so what?
He still couldn't do anything.
"Will that Dark Dragon be in danger?"
Shan Tian Zhanɡ asked anxiously.
"Nothing will happen. As far as I know, as long as Dark Dragon transforms into that form, even if he can't defeat the enemy, he himself won't be in trouble."
Yun Zhonɡ Fenɡ said with great confidence.
He wasn't worried at all; instead he felt this was Ling Xiao weaving his own cocoon, a lamb walking into the tiger's jaws.
"Roar…"
Suddenly, from within that Scorching Hell came a roar filled with terror and fury.
The sound was clearly the Mammoth Behemoth's.
Within the roar there was actually fear, as if it had seen something unbelievable.
