"Hmph!"
GuaGua was still infuriated, despondently drawing circles on Ye Hanjun's shoulder:
"I get so angry just looking at that big Evil Eye, I really want to go up there and fight..."
"If only the ancient ancestor would show some spirit and share a bit of power, then I could beat the Evil Eye into a sorry state, and Big Tadpole would be safe..."
"Boom—"
In the swirl of the void, the Cataclysmic Crow Master had, for the umpteenth time, narrowly avoided a collision with the Fallen Left Eye.
Sometime during the fight, the Fallen Eye had become pocked and battered, looking embarrassingly worse for wear.
Of course, the Cataclysmic Crow Master was no better off.
The third eye on its forehead had even taken on a deep black luster, forcing it closed, unable to open again for a short time.
"Bai E, what's the meaning of this minor skirmish?"
"Thinking of swallowing me without wagering your Origin Power, how do you suppose that would be easy?"
