บท 771: Zhang Ronghua's Life Is Not Worth Anything

Purple Cat was happy. It arched its little head and jumped down. It opened the door and left.

Zhang Ronghua smiled knowingly. He waved his right hand and closed the door with a palm force. His eyes flickered. It was time to solve the problem of the Space-Time Bead.

He rose from his chair and used the Earth-burrowing Art, transforming into a golden beam of light that shot into the ground. When he reappeared, he stopped 10,000 meters below the ground. He looked around at the space before him, which was now filled with mud. Some places were damp and filled with water droplets.