As the attack dispersed, Wang Fujun was revealed, his face full of fury.
Da Kui and the others' attack just now had been extremely powerful, and it had come as a sudden ambush.
Had it been another powerhouse at the first or even second level of the Spirit God First Stage, they might have been severely injured outright through a moment's carelessness.
But to Wang Fujun, it posed no problem at all.
That attack could not threaten him, but it had thoroughly enraged him.
Wang Fujun had never imagined that he would actually be ambushed.
And his attackers were not spirit beasts—they were humans?
That was not even the main point. The crucial thing was that, the instant Da Kui and the others made their move, Wang Fujun had sensed their auras.
They were merely Spirit Saints. Though they were numerous, ninety percent of them were only at the first level of the Spirit Saint Realm.
Such a rabble had actually rescued those two Crimson Fire Lone Dragon Colts right under his nose?
And what shocked and enraged Wang Fujun the most was that, before this rabble had acted, he had not sensed their auras at all.
Such a method left him somewhat astonished.
If there had been several Spirit God-level Spirit Masters lying in ambush, they need not have been very strong. So long as they were at the fifth or sixth level of the Spirit God First Stage, he might well have been severely injured just now.
Unforgivable!
Wang Fujun burned with rage. He raised his head toward a direction in the distance, his gaze ice-cold.
"Trying to run? Can you escape?"
Wang Fujun had sensed it clearly: the auras of the two Crimson Fire Lone Dragon Colts and the people who had ambushed him had already appeared