If your enemy is not as strong as you,
what should you do at that moment?
The little Taoist's answer was—seize the time, lest the night brings more dreams!
Of course, besides that, Jin Xu still really wanted to figure out why the opponent had sent someone to steal the fishing rod from his hands.
"Do you prefer thunder or flame?"
He turned to the withered woman and said.
At this moment, the woman's heart was full of urgency, considering how to notify her master that a terrifying being had set their sights on her.
She still had a few remnants of her soul hidden in puppets deep in the Chaos Space. Indeed, she could contact her suppressed master if she expended some means.
At the very least, sending a few words should be enough.
But considering how the little Taoist might use soul splitting to track down her true body, the withered woman was unclear. Thus, she now hesitated to make any reckless moves.
Otherwise, if she bungled it, the joke would be on her.
"Whew...thunder."
