Chapter 367 Bloody Butcher

"Why... is that fat cat actually not dead?"

When looking back, it had been seen, Evil Moon's massive body, like a leaky pig's bladder, had instantly shrunk and returned to his normal size. His limbs were flailing in the air, then with the sound of bang, he heavily hit the distant rockery, pressing a clear fat cat print on the hard rock; then, he slowly slid down to the ground.

That enormous power, like the vast sea, even if the opponent was a master at the Primordial Grand-master Realm, he would have also been directly bombed. Unbelievably, not even the slightest injury was inflicted on that fat cat; actually, not even one of his white hairs fell.

"I'll f*ckin' fight with you!"

At the moment of falling on the ground, Evil Moon directly ran away. He screamed wildly, turning into a silver lightning, and rushed toward the void on the left side.

"Meow!" The fat cat grabbed something with his claws and blood splashes f