When everyone saw Li Changsheng do such a thing, they were all baffled. If he had scattered them to defeat them one by one—
that would have been understandable. After all, using someone else's strength to eliminate one's own enemies was perfectly normal.
But he had not done that. Instead, he had gone against the grain.
Everyone suddenly wondered whether the Golden-Winged Great Peng was actually very weak.
Was that why Li Changsheng had so easily driven them away, intending to keep the prize for himself?
But upon further thought, that could not be right. Even the residual might the Golden-Winged Great Peng had emitted earlier had been unbearable for him.
Could it be that this kid had suddenly found his conscience and taken all the burden upon himself?
No one could make sense of it. At that moment, the Golden-Winged Great Peng had already flown before Li Changsheng.
There was no way Li Changsheng had thrown that punch because he intended to fight it head-on.
The gap between them was simply too great. What he wanted was to flee, and as for where he fled, that was another matter.
Since everyone had scattered, he still had a purpose behind whichever direction he chose to escape toward.
Although he was slower than the Golden-Winged Great Peng, he was much faster than everyone else. With a thought, he shot away from the area.
"Big Brother, look, he's leaving. He can't defeat that beast, so why did he provoke it?"
"Ai, don't ask me. I can't make heads or tails of this either. What he's doing is truly incomprehensible."
At that moment, Li Changsheng flew toward one of the minor members of the Demon Race.
His speed was even faster than Li Changsheng's. The moment Li Changsheng arrived near that Demon Race