Qin Ming sneered, grabbed Saint Son Di Chen with one large hand, and placed several restrictions on him.
Then, as if tossing away garbage, he threw him into the Lesser Spirit Realm.
"Since that's the case, wouldn't it be enough to kill you once This Seat returns to the Myriad Marsh Demon Kingdom?"
Saint Son Di Chen had never expected this either.
The White Ape Demon Commander possessed such an enormous blessed cave-heaven, one that had clearly formed into a Small World and could actually hold so many Living Creatures.
The Mountain Sea Pearl he had previously used to hide the Golden Turtle Clan possessed a similar effect, but compared with Qin Ming's Lesser Spirit Realm, it was not even on the same level.
A Cave-Heaven Treasure like the Lesser Spirit Realm, which had already formed an independent Small World, was something even old monsters of the Mahayana Stage found difficult to create and possess.
Saint Son Di Chen was like a statue, unable to speak, and was tossed stiffly onto the ground.
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
Seeing Qin Ming make Saint Son Di Chen disappear somewhere with a mere gesture, the One-Eyed Owl immediately furrowed his brows.
Though the other man's life or death had nothing to do with him, they had come here under the same orders. It would be difficult to explain when he returned.
But the Mystic Water Crocodile's gaze was cold and grim, leaving him no time to ponder such matters.
His eyes turned into vertical pupils, dark-gold dragon scales grew across his body, and he directly transformed into a half-human, half-dragon form, with a thick tail behind him.
His explosive muscles bulged high, making him look like a cold-blooded overlord devoid of all emotion.
The Mystic Water Crocodile raised the Black Wolf Tooth