The White Crane Child held a trident in his other hand and stabbed it towards the Tang King's head.
"Ah!!!"
The Tang King let out a wretched scream, black mist boiling over his body.
In the vertical pupils of the White Crane Child, there was a hint of pleasure and excitement.
Ever since this divination child followed that youth in Zou Jiang, he had almost always faced formidable foes at every arrival, and beside that youth, horrifying entities appeared from whom even he could not avert his gaze.
At long last, there was finally a small, ordinary target he could easily crush and shatter.
Having worked on high-difficulty tasks for so long, suddenly encountering a low-difficulty one truly allowed the child to enjoy.
The Tang King's shrill screams propagated outward continuously through the big speaker above the stage.
"Bang!"
The speaker could not withstand it, turning into shattered electronic noise that spread around.
