Half an hour later.
The beaten-up Xiaohanzi squatted in the distance, trying hard to open his dog eyes, looking at his master with a face full of resentment.
At this moment, he had come to understand that it was indeed his master who played tricks earlier.
If it weren't for him, why would he be in such a sorry state?
The strike he was determined to make suddenly failed, and the sense of frustration, anger, and the despair of facing the cold poison needles from more than ten Gold-Devouring Spirit Bees... just thinking about it made him feel sad and furious.
A hundred breaths of time.
A full hundred breaths of time.
He couldn't exert any Demonic Power.
Heaven knows how he got through those hundred breaths of time.
The feeling of being utterly embarrassed and utterly desperate made each day pass like a year.
Zhou Changwang naturally wouldn't care about Xiaohanzi's thoughts.
