Fires burned everywhere, reflecting off the scorched earth.
"Sorry about that, looks like you and I aren't meant to be…"
Bai Wushang looked deeply at the Ghost Vine, and held a poison spear, intending to completely ruin its bud.
Until the contract was completed, the relationship between transcendent creatures and humans would always be that of hunter and prey, living and dying, and losing and winning, each living according to their ability.
Now Bai Wushang had no better way to repel the fat white-haired man and the others, and staying here in a stalemate was even more of a waste of time, so he simply chose to actively give up.
However, Bai Wushang wasn't going to easily let the fat white-haired man take this bargain.
He was ready to strike down the prey that was rightfully his.
Rare species?
It would have to be alive!
