Sinclairmon was furious!
But he still stepped back and gave Wang Teng the space.
"Stand farther away. Don't even think about sneaking up on me," Wang Teng said.
"...I'm not angry. I'm not angry!" Sinclairmon took several deep breaths, repeatedly telling himself not to get angry. If he damaged his health from anger, he would be the one at a loss.
Then, with a cold smile on his lips, he retreated.
He wanted to see how Wang Teng would have his hands crippled by that door.
Even his Domain Lord Level body could not withstand it. Could a Planetary Level martial warrior?
Only after seeing Sinclairmon standing far away did Wang Teng extend both hands and press them against the door, slowly exerting force.
Creak~
The grating sound rang out again as the door was slowly pushed open by a crack.
At the same time, the crimson patterns on the castle's surface lit up...
"It's here!" Sinclairmon's spirits lifted, his eyes full of mockery. "If this brat doesn't retreat in time, he'll definitely die. Does he really think this door is so easy to open? How naive."
Wang Teng's expression changed. The Ten Thousand Beasts True Spirit Flame abruptly ignited on his hands, seemingly resisting the crimson patterns.
"Using a Heaven and Earth Strange Fire to resist it?" Sinclairmon's gaze sharpened, as though he understood Wang Teng's intention.
Creak...
Wang Teng did not let go. He pushed the door with even greater force, and the gap widened further and further.
"It's really going to be pushed open!" Sinclairmon's expression fluctuated.
Did he really have to call him Dad?
Damn it, this couldn't be such a scam, could it?
Sinclairmon did not notice that while the crimson patterns and the Ten Thousand Beasts True Spirit Flame were locked in a stalemate,