C153 Another Time of Joyous Confrontation

Xiao Hao was on the verge of fleeing, haunted by the fear of a last-minute failure, when he noticed something startling—the water surrounding the pleroceroid remained crystal clear.

A spark of realization lit up his eyes.

Its blood didn't mix with water!

The memory of a water hourglass he once toyed with flashed through Xiao Hao's mind.

Unlike a typical hourglass filled with air and sand