When the big hand with magma pierced through the space and grabbed hold of the green feather fan, Mu Chen's face instantly turned cold. He had never expected someone to steal his reward…
"Sneaky fella. Where did this thief come from? Show yourself!" Nine Nether's face turned cold. She was angry that someone had snatched the green feather fan away from Mu Chen after he had put in so much effort. She struck, and a purple feather appeared before her. A clear flame was burning on the purple feather, and a horrifying heat swirled out, creating space warps.
Swoosh!
The purple feather shot out toward the Big Magma Hand at lightning speed.
