Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
And during those three days, Blackie's roars never stopped.
His voice was already hoarse, you could even sense a tearing pain in every shout.
The space where Blackie was located was surrounded by a formation.
When Ye Qiubai and the others looked over, they could see that the formation had filled with swirling blood mist.
Although they had no idea what Blackie was doing,
with their master present, there was absolutely no chance Blackie would run into trouble.
That much was certain.
Huang Qian stood by the willow tree, gazing into the distance towards Blackie's direction, and softly said, "Back then, my realm was much higher than Blackie's, but after fusing with a drop of Chang'sheng's blood essence, I nearly died too."
