The secluded Cold Pool was like a deep green jade, but as one descended further, it gradually turned into pitch darkness.
The toad lord's massive figure swayed flexibly, his legs kicking fiercely, propelling him another hundred yards deeper.
Not until he stepped on a huge smooth river stone did he sprawl out, annoyance welling up in his bulging eyes.
He never should have allowed that Liu Bin to live.
Had he known it would come to this, he might as well have risked being pursued by the Demon-suppression Great General, eaten him, and taken the chance to break through once more. After all, hiding in his cave for a few hundred years was hardly a big deal.
Remembering the figure clad in black robes, intense killing intent surged in the toad lord's heart.
During his long life, protected by the Cold Pool, he had never suffered such a loss.
