"Can this thing be returned?"
Zhong Shenxiu stared at the large dog engulfed in pitch-black flames and suddenly asked, "What if I refuse?"
The pitch-black large dog, or rather a high-ranking Spirit Realm Creature, snarled with a sinister smile, "Then I will... swallow you!"
"Oh? Say that again?"
Zhong Shenxiu chuckled lightly, shaking the hierarchy of the "Descender."
The surroundings suddenly became even darker.
Had he not already sealed off the study area through mystic studies earlier, the terrifying influence would have inevitably spilled out, affecting ordinary people.
The Spirit Realm Creature, taking the form of a pitch-black large dog, suddenly felt the figure before it had grown immensely.
The figure appeared as if sitting upon a pitch-black throne, a towering ancient king with an indistinct face.
Above that throne seemed to surge an indescribable terror and danger.
This made it shiver unconsciously, feeling the absolute suppression of hierarchy!
