Too slippery! To let him escape like this—if word got out, it would be an utter humiliation.
In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Zhou Jieluo's mind, leaving him torn on what to do. Half of his vision was fixed on the wormhole, the other half on the fluttering butterfly. Just now, when he had unleashed a fatal strike to hunt down Zhou Chuan, a torrent of energy had erupted and batted the creature away.
Sang Xiang was bewildered, yet possessed an unerring instinct for fortune and misfortune, fluttering far away from them. Its speed was unhurried, its ignorant demeanor appearing to look down upon the heavens and earth.
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