The pseudo-demon sensed that the momentum of the flesh-winged wolf was getting stronger and stronger. It slowed down its chewing on the meat of the demonic beast again and stared at the flesh-winged wolf vigilantly.
Yun Qianchen knew that the pseudo-demon was assessing the difference in strength between the two sides. He gritted his teeth and continued to send out sword energy to maintain the pressure of the flesh-winged wolf.
The two sides fought for about 15 minutes. Yun Qianchen’s back was soaked in sweat. Fortunately, the pseudo-demon finally squeezed its tail between its legs and returned to the cage.
Only then did Yun Qianchen cut off the supply of Sword Qi. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was a close call. If he had slacked off for even a moment, he would have embarrassed himself.
He felt that his performance was average, but in the eyes of the crowd below the stage, he had already made a pretty good decision.