When that dignified air gains an extra hint of murderous intent, the compassionate expression turns into an angry one, even ghosts and gods of the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms would be scared witless.
"Hah! Taste the punch of GuaGua!"
GuaGua clenched his fist, but in reality, was practicing the art of deception in warfare.
Without actually landing a punch, he sat heavily on Rotten Leg's ankle, pinning his opponent firmly, and then pressed his palms together, muttering incantations unintelligible to outsiders in a low voice.
Even Ye Hanjun felt a headache from hearing this incantation, let alone an evil god.
Within a few breaths, Rotten Leg's toenails began to melt, and with each passing second, the melting speed increased.
"Calamity Root! Calamity Fetus! Kill Pure first!"
"As long as we can kill Pure, launching a backlash against the Crown Rank will not be difficult!"
In excruciating pain, Rotten Leg fervently called for reinforcements.
