"Meow!" A little white cat was conjured by the magic box. It was as agile as its original body. The little white cat, who was watching the battle in the cave abode behind, was dumbfounded.
Ye Qianli was speechless. She might have owed the Magic Box something in her life, which was why she had been tricked by it! This huge pit, this deep pit, it was simply a pit that exploded.
"Cough! You can't blame me for this. It's all your fault for always giving me to that cat. Look, look! I'm already traumatized. I turned into this!" The magic box continued to speak with conviction, and the more it spoke, the more righteous it became.
Ye Qianli was speechless. She, she was already speechless. She was angry! Yes!
However, just as Ye Qianli was about to get angry, the huge hammer made a loud thud! The hammer slammed down on Saint Qitian's clone.
"Bang!"
