Wu Li watched the suppressed Abyssal Blood Python, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.
It took him a while to accept this reality.
However, he had already cursed Zhang Jue Ming hundreds of times in his heart.
In his view, Zhang Jue Ming was still deliberately stalling for time. After all, the opponent was Emperor Level. Even though that crimson-gold monkey had somehow forcibly elevated its aura to Emperor Level, there was still a substantial gap between them.
However, he didn't dare to flip the table carelessly. If he really pushed the opponent into a corner, his only chance of survival would be gone.
Thinking of this, Wu Li could only grit his teeth and persist. Dealing with three Emperor Level Guardian Beasts simultaneously placed great pressure on him, but he could still manage to stall for some time.
He then shifted his gaze to Gong Chengjun. The latter was once a mid-stage Emperor Level powerhouse.
