As he watched the Haotian Tower spinning rapidly before him, Kunpeng finally pissed himself. The Water-Moon Mirror was his, but he was not its master. As for such magic treasures, the saying remained the same: the capable possessed them. He was not qualified. Using it was fine, but asking it to protect him? That was harder than climbing to the heavens.
Now that the Haotian Tower was closing in, a beam of golden light froze Kunpeng in place. This thing could collect any monster below the level of a Saint. Without the Heavenly Demon's help, Kunpeng suddenly realized that his role had fucking changed. He had gone from supervillain to cannon fodder, from holding an overwhelming advantage to being fish on the chopping block. Faced with such an extreme reversal, all he could say was, fuck me.
Better to live badly than die well. As a Great Demon, he certainly could not surrender without a fight. Kunpeng decided to risk it all.
Queen Mother wanted to lend a hand, but as soon as she saw Qin Fen grasp the Haotian Tower, the Golden Crow Bluetooth in his ear let out a chime. The sound was melodious and lingering. The surrounding space abruptly rippled, and the Water-Moon Mirror whooshed down from midair to the ground.
I knew it! Kunpeng was miserable inside. This guy had too many magic treasures! Then an enormous suction force yanked Kunpeng from where he stood, dragging him through the air toward Big Chef.
Seeing Qin Fen still wearing that vacant expression, the Primordial Great Demon felt hatred well up from the bottom of his heart. "Shameless bastard!" He was already this damn powerful, this damn impressive, yet he still acted calm in front of him?
Qin Fen was not pretending to be calm. His phone suddenly