Hong Ting ceased his pursuit after a while.
"Just as expected!"
His body was steaming with heat, and his skin was flushed red; he stood there full of fighting spirit, his disdainful gaze following the retreating Duowu.
"In the process of resisting the Fall Witch's Evil Eye, my martial intent was further refined, but it also drained a considerable amount of Divine Spirit Soul Force."
Hong Ting exhaled deeply, ready to leave the Heavenly Grotto to rest and recover.
Just then, a silhouette of a Duowu appeared.
This Duowu was different from the others; his hair was red, and his cheeks were smooth, lacking scales, indistinguishable from a normal person.
Hong Ting's heart tightened.
The other Martial Artists were also startled, hurriedly saying, "Brother Hong, retreat quickly!"
An avatar of the progenitor of Duowu!
Or rather, he might be the true Duowu itself.
"The Fall Witch's Evil Eye, all who see are slothful, without exception."