The moment Wang Meng saw Fatty Bai, he smiled. He was just here to watch the show and see if there was any loot to be had, but he never expected to run into Fatty Bai.
When Fatty Bai charged out, the smile vanished from Wang Meng's face. His gaze locked onto the Third Transformation Peak Taiyuan Demon Spirit. 'That thing is a real treasure.' The strongest Bone Demons and Demon Spirits wandering the periphery were only at this level, probably very close to the Ninth Grade.
Old Horse, however, took a rather heartless step back, its horse lips curling into a grin. This time, at least, it wouldn't have to do the dangerous work of being bait. It stared at the Taiyuan Demon Spirit as if looking at something already dead... Hmm? 'Why does this Taiyuan Demon Spirit look so familiar?'
HISS!
Old Horse let out a roar.
Wang Meng turned his head. "Are you saying this is that Taiyuan Demon Spirit we failed to catch the first time?"
Old Horse nodded.
