The flickering red light was extremely similar to the dark red flames in the dream.
"Stay back!!" Old Zhang jolted and roared, unleashing all his strength as he tried to force the gourd back inside!
This strike was his strongest!
His nearly maxed-out "diamond," Strength Burst, and sixfold Soul Burning were all stacked together!
"Roar!" The violent friction against the air produced a shell-like whistle.
But the little gourd merely flickered, and Zhang Ming's ferocious strike missed.
A clear voice echoed beside his ear: [Please don't hit me!]
The boundless dark space vanished immediately after the little gourd appeared.
The gloomy mist disappeared without a trace as well.
It was as though everything just now had been an illusion.
But the gourd that had suddenly appeared was real!
Veins bulged on Zhang Ming's forehead, and murderous intent poured from him as he pursued it relentlessly!
[Please, I'm begging you, don't hit me!] The gourd shone gold all over, visibly shuddered several times, and rolled under the bed.
With a crack, Zhang Ming punched straight through the entire bed.
The gourd dodged again.
But the room had already been emptied, leaving the gourd with few places to hide.
Expressionless, Zhang Ming said nothing and shot a bolt of lightning into the gourd.
[Ow! That hurts!] The gourd was sent flying into the wall, but it remained completely unscathed.
Zhang Ming drew the Abyss Axe, intending to give it a vicious blow, only to hear the gourd cry out shakily again: [Don't hit me, please!]
Its voice was actually quite pleasant. It was not speaking a human language, either; its chiming sounds were like an oriole's song.
The veins on his forehead throbbed. After hesitating for a while, he actually lowered the axe.
After all, he was still aboard the ship. If