This is the scent of the blood of six Great Immortal Mages, mixed in the air, clearly more fishy and sweeter.
Actually, he had long known the might of the West State Boss.
But not until today, when he was at the scene witnessing a glimpse of the West State Boss's power, did he truly feel that terror, that boundless abyss, that unfathomable depth!
He heard the clinking of disorderly sounds coming from the other side of the morgue, the sounds urgent.
It must be the West State Boss's Immortal Beast cleaning up the battlefield, right?
But none of that had anything to do with him.
He was very, very tired at this moment, his clothes drenched in sweat, just wanting to lie down and sleep for a while.
Before long, in a hazy state, he suddenly heard a soft rustling sound.
He then saw two white Immortal Beasts, each carrying a large bundle of spoils, dragging Grandma Fox out from his embrace happily patting Grandma Fox on the shoulder!
