Daimu's previously brilliant golden eyes were now a bit murky. Those eyes stared at the burning Longevity Tree. All the remaining fruits on that tree had been ruined. The only intact ones were with Amon.
Daimu turned in Amon's direction. Hatred and anger filled its mind. When it spoke, its voice was as if thunder from heaven.
"Traitorous scum! I spared your life and befriended you. This is how you repay my kindness? I will tear you limb from limb…!!"
Amon ignored the threat. His flying speed riding the flying sword art could rival a Peak Mystic Stage cultivator. Daimu couldn't catch up to him in its weakened state.
