The usual aloof and reserved demeanor was gone, and the schadenfreude was overflowing in the entire valley.
The Netherworld shouted, wielding a long spear to begin hunting down Little Feidao.
Little Feidao was so scared it darted everywhere, but under the Netherworld's pursuit, it became increasingly nimble and adept.
Chased and chased, unexpectedly, it grew two little legs. Thin, like bean sprouts.
Rooting within the tiny Divine Attribute Metal, unaware, it cried while frantically fleeing.
Finally, it had a sudden realization and escaped into the Divine Sense Space.
The Netherworld was about to chase it inside.
But was instantly forced by Fang Che's Divine Sense, who held the spear in his hand.
The little elf's misty big eyes were brimming with tears, looking extremely wronged.
"Alright, alright... haven't you and the Nether Lord eaten the most? Next time there's such an opportunity, I'll let you eat more."
Fang Che consoled.
The little guy pouted and stayed silent.
