Roar!
A thunderous roar of anger reverberated throughout the vast valley, accompanied by the angry roar of the Purple Winged Beast. Low, heart-palpitating bestial roars echoed within the valley, lasting for a full minute before gradually calming down.
The icy beast eyes of the Purple Winged Beast were fixed on the Thunderball, pacing around it. Its sturdy four hooves stomped on the ground, leaving behind deep hoof prints. After wandering for a while, it resumed dozing in its nearby 'old nest'. In its view, even it did not dare approach the Thunderball. The human consumed by the Thunderball would likely be dead beyond saving.
At this moment.
Inside the Thunderball, Lin Mo was genuinely surprised with wide-open eyes, realizing he had not died. Surrounding him was emerald green liquid flowing through this space, with faint thunderous sounds emanating from the liquid, along with some sparkling arcs flashing within, akin to fish swimming in river seas.
