The Little Elephant Swings Its Trunk

Above the Tranquil Ocean, the Crow God's projection and ten demigods clashed again and again. The entire ocean thundered.

The transformation the Crow God was performing on Xiao Mo did not stop just yet. His combat strength had entered imperial-level white gold-rank and was still elevating.

However, the Detective Eye above the altar was 95% covered in black goo. It would be completely contaminated soon.

Naturally, the Crow God noticed that as well, so he was panicking.

Lin Huang and Yang Ling, who were chatting a couple of kilometers away while watching the fight, felt something happening on the battlefield out of nowhere.

A terrifying red glow lit up the 108 pupils on the Crow God's projection as if a blood-colored laser was shining in the dark.

At that moment, the ten demigods stopped moving as if a spell was cast upon them.