1216 Lord Dog!

The void seemed to have been crushed. In Bu Fang's eyes, Whitey suddenly flew backward and crashed deep into the ground with a rumble. A rain of broken steel fell before him. His pupils constricted, and he stopped drinking the tea, looking down at Whitey.

Far off, Whitey was thrown into the ground. Tiny cracks covered its body, making it look like a clay doll that was about to shatter. It was the first time Whitey had been so severely damaged. 

Bu Fang took a deep breath and landed at Whitey's side. Looking at the flickering, dimming gleam in its eyes, a menacing look appeared in his own eyes, and a fit of rage burst out from inside him. He had never been so angry. Since he came to this world, Whitey had been with him. The puppet was one of his best friends. Seeing Whitey suffer such heavy blow, his anger boiled over.

Tap, tap, tap...

He abruptly raised his head and looked at where the sound was coming from.