Crumbled into a grain of rice!
Ye Feng shuddered involuntarily, clenching his legs together as he warily eyed the ring.
But soon, he realized the thing inside the ring was probably just bluffing him.
If it were really that powerful, how could it have ended up stuck in a broken Tiankeng, dominated by a bunch of snakes?
"If you're so capable, bring it on!"
Ye Feng chuckled and nonchalantly spread his legs again, pulling his fly open.
"You motherf…"
The thing inside the ring clearly didn't expect Ye Feng to see through its trick, and after a moment of silence, it cursed loudly before the ring flashed, and suddenly, a bare-assed old man, seven inches tall with not a thread on him, appeared on the toilet floor.
The old man was bald, with a pointy chin, big buck teeth, and a pair of triangular eyes.
Especially his skin, it was fucking green all over.
If it weren't broad daylight, Ye Feng would have thought he had bumped into a ghost.
