A werewolf with Heavenly Level Two strength had been violently impaled through the skull by Fang Yi with a long spear, pinned firmly to the ground. Despite the werewolf's furious howling, it could not break free.
Su Ling's face was slightly pale, the confidence she had earlier completely shattered at this moment. After a long time, Su Ling took a deep breath and said, "You… you just broke through to the Heavenly Level, there's no way you could have such immense strength, you… you must have taken some kind of drug."
"Sorry, I don't have a habit of taking drugs."
Fang Yi slowly walked towards Su Ling and said indifferently, "You have many trump cards, please bring out those so-called trump cards. I'd like to see just how cunning a member of the God Transformation Alliance can really be."
Su Ling stepped back, "My trump cards are on their way."
Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, then his lips curled into a mocking smile, "You mean Zhou Hai and Ying Juekong?"
