"An hour?"
Upon hearing Ye Qingchen's words, a wave of fury washed over Wang Teng, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Darkness flickered before his eyes, and he nearly collapsed.
Given the current situation, I'd be lucky to hold on for another ten minutes. If I really have to wait for an hour, it won't be a question of whether I can survive, but whether I'll have been completely digested by the Spirit Beasts and turned into a pile of dung. Clearly, Ye Qingchen is deliberately messing with me!
Wang Teng was utterly enraged. It is said that the extremity of fear is anger, and this was perfectly exemplified by him.
He yelled at Ye Qingchen, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and fury, "Ye Qingchen, you never intended to let me go! Those words just now were to humiliate me and trick me out of my Spirit Beast Egg, weren't they?"
