Mortal World.
"I'm furious!"
"That bizarre thing—no matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like something the Human Race could control!"
"It actually ignored my poison techniques. How could the Human Race possibly command an existence of that level!"
In an abandoned town, Xing Ba sat on the wreckage of a car, watching Hong Zhuang dance about with her long whip, smashing everything around her to pieces.
On his shoulder, the tumor-like Yu Yi whispered, "How long is this woman going to keep going crazy?"
Hong Zhuang suddenly turned around and glared viciously at Yu Yi. "What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"
Yu Yi rolled his eyes and sank directly into Xing Ba's body.
If I can't afford to provoke her, surely I can still hide from her?
After venting her anger, Hong Zhuang finally calmed down somewhat. She put away her long whip, walked over, and said, "Next time, I'll switch with you. You deal with that Mad Dog, and I'll handle the Pháp Nhãn Cultivator."
Only then did Xing Ba speak. "You're no match for him."
Hong Zhuang's chest heaved, creating a beautiful sight, but the woman's mood was terrible. "What do you mean? You look down on me too?"
Xing Ba shook his head. "I'm not looking down on you. I'm merely stating a fact."
"That member of the Human Race has already refined his divinity to an extremely pure level. Your poison probably won't work on him."
Hong Zhuang shouted, "Then what do we do?"
"Otherwise, let's just pack up and return to Yanfu!"
Xing Ba said calmly, "There's no need to go that far."
"As long as we separate those two members of the Human Race, we should have a chance of victory if we join forces against the