The divine-level expert Ling Cang from the Hundred Spirits Race could be said to have died before achieving his ambitions!
And he died in utter frustration!
A moment later.
Ling Cang's head hung at the tip of Ye Chen's sword.
The Spirit-Eating Evil Dog was nearby, crunching on Ling Cang's broken bones.
Two heads swayed back and forth.
One dog head: "So hard to eat."
The other dog head: "Barely edible at best."
Before long.
The wind swept the clouds away, leaving no crumbs behind.
"Woof woof woof!"
"Woof woof woof!"
The two dog heads looked at Ye Chen, barking ingratiatingly, with drool streaming from their mouths.
Ye Chen: "…"
Disgusted by its inedibility, yet salivating at what was left.
This dog has gone too far!
It's probably learned from Lao Chi, becoming increasingly unscrupulous.
After all,
This dog has spent quite a long time with Lao Chi.
Not learning the good, only the bad.
Yet…
There wasn't much good to learn from Lao Chi anyway.
"Boom!"
