Zhu Ping'an let out a low shout and hoisted the Devil Sha Black Dragon Cannon. Its pitch-black muzzle pointed straight at Leng Yuanting.
Leng Yuanting nearly pissed himself on the spot. A suffocating sense of danger enveloped him.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Where's the Beast King?" Zhu Ping'an's face flushed red, veins bulging along his neck. It was clear he was enduring an utterly terrifying pressure.
The Devil Sha Black Dragon Cannon had absorbed far too much energy. At that moment, it was like a bomb with its fuse already lit. If he didn't fire it soon, Zhu Ping'an himself would be the one blown to pieces.
"Little Ping'an, give me one minute!"
Old Yin had none of his usual playfulness now. He charged into the beast horde and began searching for the Beast King.
There was only one Sixth-Tier Beast King near Green City: the Qinglian Huolin Tiger!
Old Yin and Old Yang had crossed paths with that beast plenty of times over the years. It was even on the verge of breaking through to become a Seventh-Tier Mutant Beast.
Old Yin searched all around but couldn't find the Qinglian Huolin Tiger anywhere. His eyes narrowed, and he rose into the air.
"Qinglian Huolin Tiger, your grandpa Yin is here! Get out here and bow your head in greeting!"
At the center of the beast horde, a pair of terrifying tiger eyes snapped open.
The Qinglian Huolin Tiger slowly rose to its feet and stared coldly in Old Yin's direction.
"An old geezer with half his body in the grave, and you think you're worthy?"
Seeing that Old Yang wasn't beside Old Yin, the Qinglian Huolin Tiger sprang into the air and brought its massive paw crashing down on him.
Without Old Yang, it had nothing to fear in