Li Daode grumbled incessantly, but there was nothing he could do. Quick hands and sharp eyes win the game; whoever strikes first is the victor. He had moved too slowly and was beaten to the punch by Lin Fan—what choice did he have?
He could only accept it. He swore inwardly that if another ancient power descended, he would definitely strike first and bind them on the spot.
Such lucrative opportunities were rare.
If he missed it, it would truly be gone forever.
Lin Fan had thought they might encounter Lord Pig, but, judging by the current situation, clearly not. Before them stood a terrifying three-headed simian creature, its black fur shimmering and its muscles resembling thick tree roots—an overwhelming, terrifying presence.
