Crazy Loot of the Meteoric Iron

Whether they could leave the Hell of Avicinaraka alive all depended on the Fiendcelestial Beast. That was the reason why the Blood Moon Elder was so concerned about it.

"F*ck, if she did not snatch three-quarters of the demonic energy, I would be able to last for at least ten to twelve hours… Now, maybe two hours." The white tiger puffed.

"Yes yes yes, it's all her fault. Dear Master Fiendcelestial Beast, don't be angry." The Blood Moon Elder smiled.

Ye Qingtang shot a look at the Blood Moon Elder. His sucking-up skills had reached the peak level.

"Master Fiendcelestial Beast, don't be bothered by a young lady when we are all men…"

"All men…?" The white tiger sized up the Blood Moon Elder.

"…"

Before the Blood Moon Elder could say anything, Ye Qingtang went forward and kicked him. "What did you say just now?"