บท 970: Meeting Shi Changsheng Again (1)

Boom!

With a loud bang, Feng Jing's figure rolled like a rubber ball and continuously collided with the bumps on the ground, leaving huge pits several feet deep.

He whipped out the Eight-Sided Wind Rope, looped it on a small hill, and barely stopped.

He was in a sorry state now. Blood covered his face, and he was no longer as calm and carefree as when he first entered.

Pui!

Feng Jing opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He cursed the eighteen generations of ancestors of these red-furred monsters.

These monsters were too abnormal. They had immense strength and thick skin and flesh. No matter how hard he fought, he couldn't defeat them.

Moreover, they seemed to be tireless. Once they discovered him, they would chase after him crazily.

Even with Feng Jing's strength, he still ended up in a bedraggled state after several encounters.