And the result?
The opportunity that came from such hard work, even he felt himself to be bloody useless. Not to mention that he was caught and forced to farm as soon as he entered, later he even turned into an ox!
Not to even mention whether his face was already thrown away—It seemed to be a norm for those in the Demon Dao to lack face...
Just the feeling of mana and consciousness entirely trapped within oxhide, experiencing the cold and dead silence brought by the hide, was truly too unpleasant.
One could say that the resentment in his heart was deep and vast like the ocean.
He wished nothing more than to cut that damn ox into pieces and mince it into eighty thousand slices, then directly swish it in the River of Blood and eat it!
The other two, although they didn't speak, also had rather ugly expressions.
To avoid more awkwardness.
Gan Ye looked around; he had initially planned to observe the environment to shift the topic, but upon looking, he was immediately taken aback.
