Invitation to the Third Round

Buggy was momentarily stunned in the air. At this moment, the bottle-sized Buggy had a bad feeling.

"You, you, you…" It looked at the little butterfly in front of it and didn't understand. It carefully sensed its power, but…

As expected, its predictions were wrong again?

"What did you predict?!" Beast-eared Lady White Brook quickly asked. She knew this butterfly race.

If it could give birth, it might be another larva with overlord potential.

The Prediction Owl's expression darkened. "I don't see the situation of its descendants, but, but its future partner might be a totem-level dragon creature??"

"Why is it a totem again!" It cursed.

When it was a military advisor in the totem battle, it didn't predict totems so frequently.

Today was too unscientific.

As soon as it finished speaking, everyone present was speechless.

Buggy's expression immediately collapsed.

"Wu!!" What was going on?