The Cataclysmic Crow Master had dissipated.
Curled up like a baby, innocently sleeping in swaddling clothes, Mo clutched its small tentacles tightly.
The divine fluctuations that should have been surging through it, gradually contracted inward.
After a while, it seemed harmless, no longer causing fear.
But this was just an illusion. What would happen when one day, the Cataclysmic Crow Master refined a quarter of the Fallen Eye, would it reclaim the body of the Calamity God?
Then, Mo, who had already mastered the Godly Prison Mark, what would he do?
Unaware of everything, Ye Hanjun woodenly took Mo into the Contract Space.
The White Crow Mark beneath his left clavicle instantly dimmed.
Within the long digestive cycle, the contract seemed unable to be initiated again.
If he encountered another enemy of Divine Level, just as the Cataclysmic Crow Master had said, he would have to find a way to deal with it on his own.
"Ye Shitian is dead..."
