But, crack! Crack! Crack...
The Vine Armor detected an intrusion and began to writhe!
Every time a beetle crawled into the gaps of the vines, the gap would suddenly squeeze shut, crushing the beetle and ejecting it.
The Fish Seller was already in tears.
"Impossible! This is impossible! The Dark Gold Beetles of Sequence Seven aren't this fragile!"
Above his head, Black Gloves was quite frustrated.
These bugs are so disgusting, they've dirtied the Vine Armor.
It wiped its front paws all over the Vine Armor, grabbed a handful of crushed beetle slurry, and with a light wave, slapped it onto the Fish Seller's face, covering his head and face.
The atmosphere in the dining hall became even more bizarre.
The real estate agent, who practiced the Cultivation Talisman, was about to make a desperate move!
But he noticed the Primordial Immortal Qi within him was dropping like a dried-up well, disappearing.
An Ancient Immortal's voice echoed in his mind.
