Although the body Acrylic had condensed from seventy percent of his Primeval Blood had perished, his true form had not died. His true form was within the ancient castle of the Ashamai Clan.
When Gu Feng slapped him across the face and casually crushed his head with a stomp, Acrylic's heart filled with a burning rage. He wanted nothing more than to kill Gu Feng immediately.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. Given his current strength, if he were to face Gu Feng, his death was a certainty.
At the peak of his power, he might have been able to put up a fight against Gu Feng, but at this moment, he certainly could not.
"Damn Eastern Guardians! Just you wait! One day, I'll obliterate you all!" Acrylic snarled, his expression grim as he walked out of the room.
This was a grave matter that he had to report to the Blood Emperor. Although he was a Prince, he was not in a position to make the decision on a matter like this.
