At this moment, she transformed into a pancake-like state, lying on the pile of herbs, slowly wriggling, constantly changing colors, sometimes red, sometimes blue, like a little colorful light.
As a pile of herbs was consumed, the rejuvenated Little Fuji ran to Zhang Ze and Wei Zhuang's side, looking up at them for a while.
Finally, after careful consideration, she chose the sturdiest thigh.
"Ancestor, Ancestor! That bad person bullied me just now, can you go stab her with a sword again?"
Little Fuji gently shook Wei Zhuang's clothing hem.
In that manner, she was truly weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Zhang Ze glanced at the cute-acting Fuji, then turned to look at Wei Zhuang, waiting for his words.
At this time, the black energy on him had mostly been absorbed by the Black Sword, his strength seemed to have recovered by eighty percent.
Going to strike that Colorful Robed one who only knew twenty-four Divine Techniques should not be difficult.
