In his confrontation with the fox demon, the man had mainly been on the defensive.
He had to admit it.
In terms of strength, he was still slightly inferior to this fox demon.
It truly was a five-tailed fox demon.
The man's brows and eyes were taut.
Although he had tried his best to overestimate his opponent's strength, he had still overestimated himself somewhat.
Master Zhou's chest heaved violently.
His disabled left hand had caused his body's agility to plummet.
Dodging had become even more strenuous.
This infuriated him.
He didn't like merely dodging.
He preferred attacking.
Another mass of foxfire came hurtling toward him.
Master Zhou rolled sideways.
Before he could fully get up, a mass of foxfire grew larger and larger before his eyes.
The scorching heat nearly gave him the illusion that he was about to melt.
He knew that if he couldn't evade this mass of foxfire, he might truly melt into it.
Although he knew that...
it was already too late.
The man stiffened and waited, almost resigned, for the foxfire to reach him.
But...
he didn't feel it hit him.
The figure before him made his expression even uglier.
Yet his eyes held a complicated look.
He had actually been saved by this person.
For a moment, he even felt that it would have been better if this person hadn't come over and had simply let him dissolve in the monster's flames.
But soon, he cast aside that thought.
He clenched his right hand.
His left hand, injured by the foxfire, had yet to regain feeling.
He wouldn't die at the hands of a monster.
Absolutely not.
Compared to dying at the hands of a monster, being saved by this young man suddenly didn't seem so unacceptable.
In fact, Xiao