The pit was completely covered by a thick layer of soil, and no matter how violently Ghost Worrier struggled, he could not break free.
"Ha-ha-ha, are you digging your own grave? At least you know your place." General Cheng of the Western Expedition slowly walked over to take a look, sneering again and again.
Little one had been waiting for this moment. General Cheng of the Western Expedition's feet were suddenly bound, and the soil began wrapping around him as the ground abruptly turned into a swamp.
Ghost Worrier was pressed down hard. He once again stirred the true qi within his body, and at precisely that moment, Little one relaxed her control over him.
As a result, the force with which this fool burst out of the earth was tremendous. He shot into the sky like a meteor.
"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?" General Cheng of the Western Expedition struggled violently. "What kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, come out! Come out!"
He was deeply indignant!
The swamp on the ground, the mud wrapping around him, the fire dragon flying through the sky, and the iron dragon silently watching the battlefield—who had done all this?
Little one muttered to herself in a childish voice, "Aren't I right here?"
Little Irene looked up at the sky. Ghost Worrier was hurtling toward them at incredible speed!
Seeing that General Cheng of the Western Expedition could not move, Ghost Worrier was certainly going to deliver the final blow and let him die quickly.
He had already prepared his ultimate move. His fiery-red figure flew over at high speed, while General Cheng of the Western Expedition turned pale with alarm, sweating anxiously.
If he did not break free soon, he would be finished after this strike.