Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan were forced to spectate, as the battle was too intense, and they didn't know how to intervene.
Besides, both sides were uncertain of being friends or foes, making it difficult to decide whom to assist.
Little Taotie still remembered the incident where the withered branch used dreams to try and wish for his death, so he still regarded the withered branch as an enemy.
And the mushrooms on this ancient costume Ghost's head were growing wildly, densely packed, clearly making her an enemy as well.
Little Taotie rubbed his small hands, secretly hoping that the two sides would fight to the death and end up perishing together.
"Hua Jinyan, do you think we can pick up the spoils?"
"Pick up the spoils?"
"Once they're both badly injured, we can directly finish them off."
"Keep your voice down."
