"Spare me!"
"Spare me! Spare me!"
"Let me live!"
In the underground dark river cave, in a certain corner, a giant eyeball the size of a human head repeatedly shouted for mercy.
It even split into two shadowy small hands, raised them high as a gesture of surrender.
Boom!
Black and silver mist surged, and a massive dragon head, as tall as several floors, silently appeared.
Its two dragon whiskers beneath the jaw swayed slowly, shimmering with ghostly green flames and scarlet pupils, quietly fixed upon Wu Mu.
Wu Mu felt a sudden joy in his heart, and his massive eyeball immediately spoke flatteringly, "I have a technique, called Blood God."
"As long as you spare me, I will present this technique to you with both hands, with which you can directly reach the Primordial Spirit."
"Eternal life and unwavering sight will be easily within your grasp!"
"I am not lying to you. Lan Zhang beyond the mountain is living proof."
"Look—"
Roar!
