The bandit leader was extremely angry, but lying on the ground, he didn't dare to utter a word. Unless the Golden Thief himself showed up, no one would dare to ignore Old Golden Chicken.
The next moment, Old Golden Chicken stepped forward with his large long legs, his claws shattering the rocks in the snow, bringing with him a howling wind that whipped up a flurry of snowflakes as he pounced towards Qin Ming, savage and fierce, almost teleporting, arriving right up close.
The Purple Lightning Beast grew tense, almost turning around to flee.
Qin Ming clenched his long spear and thrust it outwards, creating dozens of spear silhouettes, like a coiling dragon spiraling in flight, baring teeth and claws, ready to tear apart the ferocious raptor in front of him.
Old Golden Chicken caught the spear tip with his huge golden beak with a clang, then swung his head fiercely, snapping off the spear tip with a crack.
