Wang Cai's performance also startled the drunkard; this dog seemed different from the typical Demon Beasts of the Dog Clan. After all, he was a Martial Saint at the basic level, but now all his attacks were hitting thin air, which shocked him and made his hands move even faster.
Although his speed increased, Wang Cai's was faster; the drunkard's attacks still didn't touch even a single hair on Wang Cai.
"Big Boss Drunkard, put some muscle into it, stop playing with him," Wang Yu, the little follower, shouted from the side, not realizing the situation was entirely different from what he thought; it wasn't that the drunkard didn't want to strike, he simply couldn't touch a single hair on Wang Cai.
"Exactly, Big Boss Drunkard, quickly finish him off so we can have roast dog meat," the other little followers said one after another.
"Shut the hell up."
