Glug, glug——
The surging golden Immortal Blood poured like rivers and seas, crazily rushing into the Little Cang World!
Zhao Feng, Ji Ying, Liang Wuji... these cultivators' eyes were almost instantly completely occupied, transforming into pairs of Double Pupils!
And almost simultaneously, the grim-faced Wang Ba appeared out of thin air in front of the Little Cang World.
With a solemn and heavy gaze, he looked distantly toward the black Domain.
The Double-Pupil Taoist had now regained his calm, standing within the black Domain, also looking at Wang Ba.
The two of them gazed at each other from afar.
"Little Friend Ye, in this round, you still lost."
The Double-Pupil Taoist suddenly spoke in a gentle manner.
On his face, the faces of various cultivators and some Spirit Beasts changed continuously; Wang Ba faintly saw some cultivators from the Wanxiang Sect and Longevity Sect, with faint traces of laughter...
Wang Ba's face was stern.
He knew very well.
