"Calu, calu." Calumon fell again and climbed back up again. Always cheerful and optimistic, Calumon could not help letting out a mournful cry. At the same time, the Holy Ring on the Night Dawn Sword, which lay quietly beside Zheng Fan, suddenly burst with golden light.
As though sensing the Night Dawn Sword's presence, Calumon's little ears grew by another third. Puzzled, Calumon looked toward the auras of the two gods.
"This thing doesn't seem to have an owner." The perpetually smiling O-O-A finally turned his attention to the Night Dawn Sword. Still smiling, he reached out to seize it.
Seeing this, Lin Feng conjured an enormous hand and blocked the way to the Night Dawn Sword. His conjured hand had the familiar five-fingered form, while what O-O-A conjured resembled a hand but looked more like a tentacled monster. At a glance, it had over a dozen supple, whip-like fingers. The two clashed back and forth before the Night Dawn Sword, neither yielding an inch.
The Holy Ring's radiance grew stronger and stronger. Lin Feng, who had only just become a god, was not particularly concerned. But O-O-A, who had idled away countless years in his own world, grew increasingly greedy at the sight and diverted another portion of his power into the enormous tentacles.
Lin Feng had little combat awareness and had never seen a true expert fight with all their strength. For a moment, he failed to keep up with O-O-A's pace, and his defenses were breached.
The enormous tentacles vanished the instant they seized the Night Dawn Sword. Watching the sword struggle in his palm, O-O-A gave a satisfied smile.
Losing his sense of the Night Dawn Sword, Calumon's ears shrank again. This, however, exposed Calumon's aura to the pursuers.
**"Yu Wa, why didn't you help just