Liang Jingyao held her breath, her nails even embedding into her palms. If Wei Xun's arm was something she could accept, then the appearance of the Inferior Demon was driving her to the brink of collapse.
A mass of mud-like flesh rolled and moved, with a cute face and dozens of iron-blue writhing arms intermittently appearing on this body.
Inferior Demon.
It is truly a slayer, filthy and malicious, a mindless mass of flesh. When such a creature gains intelligence, it becomes even more terrifying.
It doesn't need to take any action; just standing there, it destroys all things beautiful!
Fear.
Liang Jingyao glanced at Chen Feng. She couldn't believe how he managed to gently stroke the head of this monster with his hand earlier.
Chen Feng didn't care about others' thoughts and was immersed in his own musings.
Northern Academy.
This is one of the city's academies.
