Hong Ting had been in pursuit for a while, then stopped.
"Nothing more than this," he scoffed.
His whole body radiated heat, his skin was flushed, and he was full of fighting spirit. With a contemptuous look, he gazed at the retreating Duowu.
"During the battle against Duowu's Evil Eye, my fighting spirit became more refined, although my Divine Soul Force was significantly depleted."
Hong Ting exhaled, preparing to leave the Heavenly Grotto for some rest.
At that moment, a Duowu figure appeared.
This Duowu was different from the others; he had red hair, no scales on his cheeks, and looked just like a normal person.
Hong Ting was taken aback.
The other martial artists were also shocked, exclaiming, "Brother Hong, retreat quickly!"
It was a clone of the ancestor of Duowu.
Or perhaps, he was the real Duowu himself.
"Duowu's Evil Eye, all who see it become lethargic, without exception."
Duowu gazed indifferently at Hong Ting.