A month ago, when confronted by Feng Mo, Gong Ba had felt an instinctual fear, but now that sense of fear far surpassed the previous one!
If he were to fight... he might die!
This thought uncontrollably surfaced in Gong Ba's mind.
Facing Gong Ba, Feng Mo regarded him as if appraising a delicious meal, chuckling darkly, "I smell the scent of fear on you, indeed, creatures as lowly as you should be afraid when facing me!"
"You're the lowest of the low, monster! Dare to appear before me, and today you won't be able to escape like last time!"
Gong Ba's eyes were cold and determined as he forcibly dispelled that trace of fear. As the guardian deity of Ink Forest Prefecture City, he absolutely couldn't allow such a demon monster to slaughter at will! And Gong Ba also believed in his blade, confident that it would help him, as always, to chop down strong adversaries!
"Boom!"