A battle that came late

"I'm feeling better, don't worry.“

Although he had just experienced a chaotic battle in his body and was enduring indescribable pain, he saw Feng Xia's concerned expression and her tone of voice might have been more relaxed.

Fengxia's furrowed brows finally relaxed. The two of them walked out of the narrow cave and saw fatty, the old monk, Feng Qiao, and the others fighting the snow wolves.

"Argh! A sharp pain suddenly came from his waist and abdomen. He looked down and saw that a black dart had pierced into his flesh. The blood flowing out of the wound was black, and the DART was poisonous.

Looking in the direction of the DART, the new Deacon of the animal arena was smiling proudly at the fat man.

He was really a villain, playing dirty when he couldn't win.

The poison on the DART was spreading in his body. Fatty had no choice but to retreat from the snow Wolf Pack and sit down to recuperate.