No wonder.
No wonder he had discovered them but hastily left.
No wonder, despite being a level-eight mutant creature, it always gave a strange feeling.
Seeing the information on the screen, Shao Zifeng immediately came up with an idea.
"You all stick together, huh."
"Lingling, capture that guy for me."
The uninfected middle-school girl, Ling, perked up.
With a flick of her small hand, a starlit thorny whip instantly ensnared the Ice Soul Demon.
"Chirp—"
The Ice Soul Demon, caught off guard while enjoying the show, felt itself being lifted and frantically struggled, letting out a terrified cry.
Shao Zifeng grabbed its neck, and the Ice Soul Demon shrieked, struggling incessantly.
"Shut up!"
The bright short sword rested on the Ice Soul Demon's neck, and the creature, feeling the sharpness of the blade, wilted like frosted eggplant.
