"Moo?"
The infant with golden horns had a look of utter confusion.
Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
He sat blankly on the ground, his gaze fixed on the clump of golden sand in front of him as if it possessed some special power.
Song He and Yuan Xi in the distance were also completely baffled.
Logically, since this fellow hatched from the egg of the Beast Creation God, he should be that Evil God. Although one shouldn't judge a book by its cover, could this stupefied infant really be the Evil God?
Well, he doesn't seem very smart.
Out of caution, Song He didn't approach directly.
Instead, he carefully used his Divine Sense to observe—his own array, serving as a disguise, allowed him to directly detect the infant's Status.
He noticed that the infant's originally Perfect golden pupils were gradually losing their luster, turning from full moon to crescent moon in what seemed like just a few breaths.
