Although Doubi Chicken was using Spiritual Power to transmit its voice, that trick could still be intercepted.
He hurriedly warned Doubi Chicken, cursing angrily, "Shut the hell up, asshole! We're freaking carrying bombs right now. When we exit the cave later, we might just get blown to bits!"
Doubi Chicken and Fire Qilin in the Storage Ring were staring wide-eyed at each other, and instantly both zipped their mouths shut.
Qin Feng pinned his hopes on that Buddhist Spiritual Artifact he'd just retrieved from the sky.
This thing could actually absorb Fire Elemental Power from Fire Qilin and turn it into the sun of a Little World. No doubt, it was one badass Magical Artifact.
If some old geezer tried to snatch it later, at least he could rely on this thing to hold them off.
The entrance to the Little World was already packed with all sorts of creatures, and streaks of Sword Qi fell from the sky, immediately setting off a chorus of battle cries.
