Without blinking, Qingfeng Li looked at the Chaos Spirit Fruit and a grim look entered his eyes.
His fine hairs stood up on end since he felt a danger instinctively.
In the past, Qingfeng Li's fine hairs would stand up whenever he was in danger and now his instinct told him that the Chaos Spirit Fruit still contained dangers.
Although it had sucked dry the energy in Monarch of Devil Race, Mutated Monarch and the walking dead and turned them into wastrels, Qingfeng Li found the Chaos Spirit Fruit was obviously not full; it still needed food and energy.
Kicking lightly on the ground with his toes, Qingfeng Li retreated swiftly to the edge of the mountain top, keeping a good distance from the Chaos Spirit Fruit.
Meanwhile, Black Puppy, Sky-Devouring Snake, and Treasure-Seeking Mouse also retreated swiftly with Qingfeng Li.
Although the Chaos Spirit Fruit intoxicated the people with its great attraction, Black Puppy and others trusted Qingfeng Li.