"Woosh." Bingtang suddenly stood up, and a few silver armors suddenly appeared on the joints on the snow-white fur. Bingtang's two furry claws gathered an ice-colored energy airflow and hit the fireball in front of Ye Qingyang.
And Ye Qingyang has been attracted by the power of the soul, which is not a trivial matter. The power of the soul turned into a fiery red cloud after unconsciously gathering. A lot of soul power may be lost if one is not careful. But Huang Houtu, who was standing at the entrance of the cave not far away, showed a smile.
"Roooar!" A shocking roar sounded from the fireball. Bingtang's bear roar met the sound of the lion's roar in the fireball.