Chapter 2881 Save my life, I will give you one someday

The Golden Lion King, who was already close to his limit, was eroded by the death energy and almost went into shock on the spot.

It became weaker and weaker, and even lost the strength to fight back.

This time, it truly felt the threat of death.

The Golden Lion King was scared, really scared.

It instinctively shouted at Ye Wudao: "Ye Wudao, save me, hurry...save me..."

Ye Wudao laughed: "Haha, if I remember correctly, you were the main force of the team that surrounded me before."

"You wanted to kill me before, but now you want me to save you, do you think I'm a fool?"

"You want me to save you, but you have to at least give me a reason to save you."

The Golden Lion King shouted: "Ye Wudao, I'll tell you the truth, with your strength, it's wishful thinking to want to walk out of here alive!"

"Not to mention finding the magic weapon."

"If you save me, I can serve you and help you deal with the Lord of God and others. You know my strength, I can be your right-hand man."

Ye Wudao: "Well, I have to admit that your words moved me."

"But I can't trust you. How about this, you give me your elixir and I'll save your life, how about that?"

Golden Lion King: "Are you kidding me? You know that I'm struggling to fight the undead now. Once my elixir leaves my body, my strength level will drop sharply and I will be killed by the undead in an instant."

"Now you want my elixir, you're taking my life."

Ye Wudao: "But if I save you, what if you kill me?"

Golden Lion King: "Since I, the Golden Lion King, have said that I'm submissive to you, I will definitely listen to your orders and will never do something that goes against my word."

"Please don't use human thinking to measure my Lion King clan."

Ye Wudao's heart was moved.

He knew the fighting power of the Golden Lion King, which was considered a tyrant among the ancient beasts of the prehistoric times.

If it joined his team, the possibility of finding the magic weapon and leaving the ancient martial arts area alive would be much greater.

However, he didn't know the Golden Lion King and couldn't trust it easily.

He looked at Hong Qigong and asked for his opinion.

Hong Qigong and Golden Lion King were contemporaries, so he should know Golden Lion King.

Hong Qigong shook his head at Ye Wudao: "Golden Lion King is not trustworthy. There are rumors that he plotted against his father in order to get the title of Lion King."

"Associating with such people will only increase threats to us."

Golden Lion King cursed: "Hong Qigong, you are talking nonsense. Everyone knows how filial I, Golden Lion King, am to my parents. I am even willing to sacrifice my life for my parents. How could I kill my own father with my own hands?"

"At my parents' funeral, I cried so hard that my strength level dropped by 30%. Who in the prehistoric area doesn't know this?"

Hong Qigong said with disdain: "Haha."

Ye Wudao said thoughtfully: "I don't think the Lion King is that kind of person who does things recklessly."

"Forget it, just trust the Lion King once."

As he said that, Ye Wudao flew towards the Golden Lion King.

Hong Qigong was anxious: "You guys, you really don't listen to the old man's advice, and you're suffering now."

"When the Golden Lion King attacks you, you will regret it."

Xu Ling'er hurriedly said: "Senior Hong Qigong, do you want to go up and protect Xiao Ye, what if he is attacked by the Golden Lion King..."

Hong Qigong said: "Don't worry, even if the Golden Lion King rebels, he won't rebel at this moment. His physical strength has been exhausted. If he dares to go against us, he will die."

Xu Ling'er's heart was relaxed.

Ye Wudao flew over the Golden Lion King, and the Golden Lion King said: "You stop these undead spirits for me, so that I can escape."

"You saved my life, and I will repay you with my life in the future."

Okay.

Ye Wudao smiled and attacked the undead spirits below.

Under Ye Wudao's powerful attack, the undead spirits around the Golden Lion King were bombarded, and there were at least 800 to 900 dead undead spirits, if not thousands.