However, the Little Snake King gave it a cold glance and said, "Then why don't you go rob it?" The Fox waved its hands again and again.
What a joke! It had been drained by that little brat for over a decade; why would it step forward for more? Is there something wrong with its brain?
The Little Snake King snorted, "You're in pain when you let go, and scared when you step forward. Are you tired yet?"
The Fox raised its middle finger: Mind your own fucking business! I'm tired on my own.
Needless to say, the next second, the fierce battle between the snake and the fox ensued, rolling over each other in a tangle.
In any case, in the space, no one had mana. It was all about who was more ruthless!
If not by strength, then by cunning!
The Little Snake King, accustomed to being high above amongst the snakes, had never encountered such an unreasonable adversary, full of dirty tricks. For a while, they fought inseparably in the space, neither gaining the upper hand.