The iron door opened, and Wu Feng, like a beast startled awake, suddenly opened his crimson eyes.
Yet his gaze showed no emotion, resembling a wild beast, fierce and terrifying.
"Wu Feng, I'm late," said Lin Chen, with a hint of self-blame in his voice.
"Roar, roar!"
Wu Feng bared his teeth, roaring furiously.
"Master, don't come near. Wu Feng is very dangerous right now," Su Meier hurriedly said.
However, Lin Chen was unperturbed and stepped closer to Wu Feng.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Wu Feng thrust out an iron palm, striking Lin Chen fiercely.
Lin Chen neither dodged nor flinched, enduring the blow head-on.
"Brother, I'm sorry for your suffering." Lin Chen disregarded the blood surging in his chest and spoke with a deep voice.
Seeing Lin Chen injured, Su Meier's expression changed, and she was about to act.
Lin Chen's gaze cooled, "You all close the iron door and leave. No matter what happens, don't come in."
"But Master..." Su Meier still wanted to say something.
