"Despicable Donkey, you've got to be kidding me, right?"
Ling Feng suddenly felt like backing off. No matter how good the Treasure was, if he lost his life, what use was any Treasure?
A Half-Saint Level existence was far from something he could handle.
"Who's kidding you!" Despicable Donkey cried anxiously. "Brat, you probably don't get it. This Tomb Guardian Demon Spirit holds grudges like crazy. It's already memorized your aura. If you don't kill it, it'll chase you all the way to the ends of the earth!"
"I..."
Ling Feng's face changed drastically on the spot. What the hell, is this thing a lunatic snake spirit or what? How was he supposed to play like this!
"Forget you, even if this Divine Beast was at its Peak period, I'm afraid I still wouldn't be able to handle this Eighth-level Skeleton King."
