In this way, it widened its eyes, full of expectation.
"One, two, three..."
"There's still no reaction. It seems this method won't work; to think of stealing the lingering power of the Seven Sins Demon God... How absurd."
GuaGua felt a second of dejection.
Just then, a strange black fog suddenly surged out of the deep black Pillows of Sloth, as if a Black Dragon were emerging, fangs bared, claws spread, circling around.
"Eh?"
GuaGua instantly swept away his disappointment, his cheeks puffed, his face a picture of astonishment.
Bana, who was already feeling a tingling scalp, felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her heart thumping like a drumbeat.
"How could a magical artifact created by the Seven Sins be used by an Alien Race?"
"What exactly is going on? Why do I sense the fluctuations of Space Law?"
"Be careful!"
Ye Hanjun's muscles tensed in an instant as he tried to adapt.
