From Heaven to Hell, Just One Portal Is Needed

The substitute hadn't even fully formed before it exploded into sparks again.

"Huh? How did you perform that substitution technique again?" Senior Three-Eyed raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

Little Tyrannical Song's maneuvers were quite impressive. He managed to catch even Senior Three-Eyed off guard, not to mention fooling the fat ball.

'Wait a minute. Little Tyrannical Song couldn't pull off something like this on his own. Someone was definitely assisting him!'

Senior Three-Eyed couldn't help but sneak a glance at the big black horse that stood there with a perplexed look on its face. It was highly likely that this big black horse was secretly aiding Song Shuhang in concealing crucial information from both him and the fat ball.

At the same time, Senior Three-Eyed noticed that Song Shuhang's true self had already stepped out from the side of the wooden door. He was halfway through.