Zhou Zhou looked silently at the scene of Nezario wreaking havoc in the Purple Scale Lake in the distance.
Originally, he was still a little worried about the novice lord test after seven days of development.
He still felt a little proud when he compared himself to the development progress of the other Cerulean Planet Lords.
But at this moment, the arrogance in his heart disappeared.
He did not have the right to be arrogant, in front of the truly powerful Lords of All Races.
At least not yet.
If a Dragon Lord appeared in front of him now, it probably only needed to send four to five pure-blooded dragons and it could crush all the development results he had been proud of for the past seven days.
Half a minute later.
