Staring at the body of the Fire Cloud Python on the stage, Hu Hong's eyeballs bulged almost to the point of popping out of his sockets, filled with bloodshot veins, turning almost completely red, giving him a fierce and terrifying appearance.
He had always treated this Fire Cloud Python as his own child, caring for it ever since it hatched from its eggshell, nurturing it for dozens of years. He had invested countless efforts into it, not to mention the financial and material resources, but it was the emotional attachment that he found impossible to sever.
Watching the creature that had accompanied him for decades die right before his eyes, watching his years of hard work go down the drain, Hu Hong's heart ached as if it were being sliced by a knife.
In the hushed square, the dazed stares of the crowd were all focused on Little Hei in the corner of the stage, who was "crunching" away at the Spirit Beast Core of the Fire Cloud Python.