Seeing this, Big Crow also sensed a deadly threat. This fishing rod was definitely no simple object; he could feel an oppressive aura coming from it. Faced with the fishing rod, his instincts told him he could not move—he absolutely could not let himself get hooked. Watching the golden hook draw near, Big Crow spun around, transformed into his beast form, and swiftly dodged the incoming golden hook. Seeing this, Gray Cat swung the fishing rod again, trying to hook Big Crow, but after three or four attempts, he failed to catch him even once. Big Crow nimbly evaded every hook. "Bad crow! If you've got the guts, come down here and see if I don't poke you to death!"
Gray Cat angrily shouted at Big Crow in the air. Big Crow was too awful!
"Stupid cat, if you've got the guts, come up here! Hahaha! I thought you had some impressive skills, but this is all you can do? Stupid cat, just wait until I eat all of you! And that fishing rod too—"
Big Crow laughed in the sky, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the fishing rod in Gray Cat's paws. The greed in his gaze could no longer be concealed. Although the fishing rod had failed to catch him, that was only because he was too fast. If it encountered another titled True God, it might truly hook them away. Moreover, he could sense the terrifying aura on it. If he had not gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it just now, he might not even have dared transform into his beast form to dodge. This was absolutely a supreme treasure. In that stupid cat's hands, it was simply a waste—
It belonged in his hands. Big Crow's mind was filled with thoughts of how