Snore! Snore!
Leng Xie stopped in front, breathing like a wind box. He turned his head to look at Bei Jing and Su Mo and a sharp, cold gaze flashed in his eyes.
At that moment, Leng Xie was boiling with rage. If Su Mo and Bei Jing were not competing with him so desperately, he would not have to deal with so much pressure.
Although the fruit tree was difficult to get close to, if one were to slowly advance and let their bodies adapt constantly, he simply would not have to deal with so much pressure.
As such, Leng Xie blamed it on Su Mo and Bei Jing.
"Su Mo, Bei Jing, I'm giving you one last warning. Stop moving forward immediately!" Leng Xie suddenly said and shouted loudly. His body was filled with an invisible sense of dominance.
Hearing this, Su Mo and Bei Jing were stumped as they stared at Leng Xie curiously, not knowing what tricks he was going to play.