Chapter 232 Mechanical Descension of the Gods_2

"The Nightwalker gains amplification in this area, sealing all my potions in one breath..."

"It's rare to see you take a loss like that, Akebin."

In the darkness, the glowing cigarette butt lit up, emitting a somewhat mocking tone.

"Didn't you lose to Jack last time? In the Mystic Realm, there are always bigger fish. Arrogance is just a display of ignorance... I remember someone was beaten to paralysis, unable to handle even their own excrement."

Akebin said indifferently.

The conversation fell into a brief silence.

The red glow of the cigarette also extinguished.

Mr. Pot and Mr. Bottle stood together, making no reckless moves.

"Where has the Silver Pot gone?"

Mr. Pot asked.

"He said he had a way to deal with the enemy, telling us to act according to circumstances."

Mr. Bottle replied.

"Ahaha! That's the Silver Pot for you! I trust him!"

Mr. Pot laughed heartily, hands akimbo.