Julius Reed used his instant movement ability, returning to the original spot after hitting Whitaker Dog on the head.
"What happened?" Whitaker Dog felt dizzy from the hit and shook his head vigorously, feeling slightly better afterward.
But when he turned around, he couldn't see anyone.
"You must be hallucinating. Take me over and let's see what Shadow Kims has invented."
Julius Reed turned and walked toward the snowy area where the pot had been set up before.
Whitaker Dog followed behind, grumbling and occasionally looking back.
Clearly, there was no one there. Who hit him on the head?
Was it really a hallucination?
Whitaker Dog was skeptical.
They passed through the snowy ground, and the lively shouts of the Funeral Alliance members could already be heard.
"I'll eat the big brother's head! That head is so smooth, it must have a lot of meat!"
"I'll eat the big brain's butt!"
As everyone was joyfully dividing up Whitaker Dog, Whitaker Dog showed up with a sullen face.
