"In the distance."
The Golden Tiger King vaguely heard Wang Lilong's coquettish voice: "Daddy, daddy, didn't I do a great job this time? That stupid old Golden-winged Sun-devouring Tiger really fell for it."
"Long'Er, well done." Wang Shouzhe patted the head of a mini little dragon, feeling heartache, "This time, you worked hard. Let daddy heal you a bit."
As he spoke, waves of incomparably pure energy were infused into her body.
The injuries Wang Lilong had sustained started healing at a visibly rapid pace.
At the same time, Wang Shouzhe said, "Chiwei and Shou Sect, you've worked hard to slay that Golden-winged Sun-devouring Tiger. Ruolan and Ancestor, assist with caution. The rest, oversee the battle!"
"Yes, Patriarch."
The Wang Shou Sect was the first to respond. He leaped out from the crowd, striding into the Desert Illusion Array with steps that resembled those of a War God Vajra.
