"Hmm, not bad! At this pace, it won't be long before the Netherworld Holy Tree absorbs the nature's spiritual energy and condenses a drop of Netherworld Holy Water," Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction.
His gaze suddenly became intense.
The little pitch-black creature had actually run over to the Netherworld Holy Tree.
Its little tongue stuck out, constantly drinking the Netherworld Holy Water.
From the original count of over a thousand drops of Netherworld Holy Water, it had drunk it down to less than a third.
"Damn! This damn dog," Zhang Xiaohao cursed furiously.
With a grab of his hand, he picked up the little creature.
"Oh! You opened your eyes, huh?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Roar!" The little creature, blinking its human-like eyes, roared at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Come on! You're rebelling now?" Zhang Xiaohao grumbled.
He threw it to the ground and started kicking and punching it furiously.
