On the stage.
The Great General and the Death God faced off coldly.
The difference in their size was indeed significant, as if a child were to fight a strong adult man.
However, the Great General's gaze was very calm, and it started stepping back and forth in place, seemingly like a martial arts master searching for the enemy's weaknesses before a fight.
"Death God! Bite it to death! Bite it to death!!!" Chang Wei clenched his fists, roaring!
The muscular men in camouflage next to him were even more anxious, sweating in their palms.
The Death God was one of Chang Wei's father's favorite fighting dogs, and also a treasure bowl capable of bringing enormous wealth to the dog breeding ground.
If today it was defeated here, it's likely that Chang Wei would get severely beaten by his father!
As for them, they wouldn't escape blame either!
At this moment, on the stage, the Death God suddenly moved!
