“Feet?”
Meng Qi’s gaze turned cold. The prime of the limitless ocean, Shi Qingyun, rushed out of the mud ball once again. He lowered his head and turned into streams of chaotic energy, enveloping him within.
Did his words really come true? The good ones did not work, but the bad ones did. Speak of the Devil, and the Devil will come?
He focused his gaze and looked over. He saw the pair of feet wearing the boots made of Golden Dragon Scales. They stood in the cold and silent death and the warm and vigorous life force, forming a perfect balance. The cycle of life and death was endless.
