The Bull Demon King kept up his frantic stabbing for five minutes, and finally, the Tree Spirit's pain reached its peak.
SNAP...
A Vermilion Spirit Fruit, pale with a blush of red, fell with a plop.
Tu Xiao'an's eyes lit up. The freshly fallen Vermilion Spirit Fruit, as if it had a mind of its own, flew directly to him.
He caught it in one hand and took a bite as if it were an apple. Tu Xiao'an grinned and said, "Hey Bull, just five more minutes of hard work, and you'll get one to eat too."
"Tsk tsk, no problem. I like this kind of work." He resumed his frantic stabbing with the Flying Knife, this time fighting for his very own Vermilion Spirit Fruit.
When the Tree Spirit heard it was going to be stabbed for another five minutes, it nearly lost its mind. Its despair level instantly shot to the maximum.
PLOP...
A second Vermilion Spirit Fruit fell right before the Bull Demon King's eyes.
