The fog ahead was thick.
Fang Yuan was walking in the fog, beside him, there was a large dog group.
Eleven hedgedogs, a hundred and thirty-two lightning symbol dogs, seventeen chrysanthemum akita dogs. Other than that, there was a hundred beast king, big lightning symbol dog.
Restricted by the heavenly power, the dog group followed Fang Yuan silently, quiet and obedient, not making a sound.
In the world of the fog, all was silent.
It was so silent that Fang Yuan hear his own breathing.
Although he had endured twenty rounds, and the dogs in his hand had reached the highest so far, Fang Yuan was not optimistic.
"In this three kings inheritance, every ten rounds, the difficulty would rise by many times. Although I have more than a hundred dogs now, to survive the next ten rounds and get to the thirtieth round on my first attempt, it will not be easy."
Shouldn't be hard to guess what that tool is...