The situation was awkward for a moment.
Everyone stared in a daze in the direction Henrik had fled.
Even Deng Feizhou, who had been so confident moments ago, wore a grave expression.
"That guy's even more troublesome than I expected!"
He cleared his throat and looked at Wen Li, who was standing not far away.
"Wen Li, are you all right?"
"Uncle Deng, I'm fine. Thank you for saving me."
"I didn't do much to help."
Deng Feizhou shook his head, then turned his gaze to Fu Qian.
"Your friend really knows how to keep his cards close to his chest!"
"Mr. Fang is indeed a powerful Transcendent. He's already saved me several times."
Wen Li looked at Fu Qian. Knowing he didn't like revealing information, she didn't say much.
Of course, she didn't know that much to begin with.
"You're not bad yourself. Don't sell yourself short.
"Facing a demigod-level monster, you did everything you could to find a chance to strike. That courage alone puts you ahead of a lot of people."
At Deng Feizhou's words, Chen Mingfei, standing nearby, was instantly embarrassed.
As one of the outstanding members of the Chen Clan's current generation, he was already a bona fide sixth-tier Transcendent. Yet his performance just now had been truly awful.
And Wen Li had seen all of it...
Chen Mingfei grew increasingly irritated, and was even a little glad that nearly everyone he'd brought had died.
As for Fu Qian, he didn't even dare look up at the mysterious man. His heart was full of lingering fear.
The man had seemed so ordinary. Who would have thought he was this powerful?
He'd even managed to hold his own against a frenzied Henrik for so long.
Fu Qian's composure in the face of a demigod, his ruthless