C80 Contest for Demonic Beast s of the ninth rank (2)

"Then hurry up and f * ck off. He's just a piece of trash." The Sunfire Hawk coldly snorted, a red light flashed past its eyes, as though it wanted Chen Feng to retreat and not stand on the side to get in its way.

Zi Mang did not stop the Flaming Eagle at all, but the aura on her body was becoming more and more unstable. Her gaze moved between Chen Feng and the Flaming Eagle