Hong Ting pursued for a while before he stopped.
"It's nothing much!"
His whole body steamed with heat, his skin flushed red, and his spirit soared. His contemptuous gaze bore down on the retreating Duowu.
"While resisting the onslaught of the Fall Witch's Evil Eye, my fighting spirit has become more refined, but the Divine Spirit Soul Force has also been significantly drained."
Hong Ting exhaled deeply, preparing to leave the Heavenly Grotto to rest and recuperate.
Just then, another Duowu figure appeared.
This Duowu was different from the others; he had red hair but no scales on his cheeks, no different from a normal person.
Hong Ting's heart skipped a beat.
The other Martial Artists were also startled, they all said, "Brother Hong, fall back quickly!"
A split presence of the ancestor of the Duowu!
Or rather, he is the real Duowu.
"The evil gaze of the Hundred Eyes of the Duowu befalls all who see it, making them lazy without exception."