The Power of A Spirit Creature King

The four men apologized, while White Feather was standing beside Ji Hao, saying nice words with a gentle voice. Ji Hao said nothing but laughed coldly with his hissing voice. On his silver-blue shell, strands of silver, cold light had been twisting, which looked like countless extremely long strands of silver water grass, fluttering wildly in the sky.

Seeing his not-so-pretty crayfish face and that human-head-sized hole on the flood dragon man’s chest, Ji Hao’s laughter seemed extremely cruel and cold. More and more spirit creatures in the surroundings were frightened by Ji Hao’s laughter, and had their legs softened, even kneeling on the ground.

Ji Hao’s intent of killing was true.