Fang Yu had seen the Shu Bird Demon.
The eighty thousand health bar was still impressively memorable.
And this Eight-Armed Nine-Soldier Demon, although not quite at the level of the Shu Bird Demon, wasn't far off—it was still something he couldn't handle.
Lin Sheng, with a mere 3500 health, almost cost him his life. This demon with fifty thousand health was something he didn't even want to touch!
Run, run, run!
At this moment, Fang Yu only wanted to run for his life.
Crack!
A tearing sound emanated from his body.
Not now, it can't be now!
Hold on, otherwise, you'll end up in the demon's mouth!
"Help! Help!!!"
Crying screams and the tearing sound of flesh reached from behind.
But Fang Yu didn't look back, because he knew it was useless; all he could do was run, keep running.
But soon, his situation took a subtle turn.
He was forced to slow down.
Glance back.
