Ren Feifan walked over step by step, expressionless, shaking his head helplessly, and said: "Ten minutes ago, I also thought we were on the same boat, but now, you are not."
......
"I'm not?" The Ancient Kylin snorted coldly, "Kid, do you want to save your master or not? You should be very clear; you don't have much time left. Every minute you delay with me, your master loses a minute."
Ren Feifan stepped forward, a brilliant flame condensed in his hand.
"Then tell me, will my master die first, or will you?"
Ren Feifan knew very well that once he let this guy devour the Kylin ice sculpture, the one who might die would be him!
The murderous intent that the opponent had just erupted was no joke!
The Ancient Kylin's eyes narrowed as he cautiously looked at the flame in Ren Feifan's hand, even subconsciously taking a step back.
If it were in the past, he could destroy such rubbish in the semi-god realm with one breath.
