The Dragon-breaking Staff failed to block the attack of the Wind Blades this time and shattered into countless fragments.
With a loud bang, it exploded into countless fragments.
At this moment, Tang Zhong was at a loss for words, staring blankly at the weapon in his hand.
Is he really going to die here today?
How could it be?
There was no way he could escape now.
He was surrounded on all sides once again, with no way out.
The faces of the surrounding Dragon-men were all adorned with mocking smiles, looking at Tang Zhong as if he were a plaything.
They didn't continue to attack but were waiting for someone.
Feng Lin flicked his Dragon Wings and stepped out from the crowd, arms crossed, staring at Tang Zhong with an arrogant yet pitying gaze.
"Weren't you so good at running? Why aren't you running now?" Feng Lin sneered.
Tang Zhong didn't reply, knowing he was trapped in a dead end, with death as the only outcome. However, he could choose the manner of his death.
