The cultivators watched, perplexed, from the sidelines.
In minutes, while the strange beast lay limp from the soul attack's backlash, Little Yi and its unnerving army of Blood Ant soldiers had burrowed deep into its qi sea and innards.
"Halt!"
Xiao Ming motioned with his hand, sending a mental command to Little Yi to pause. He sensed the beast slowly fluttering its eyes open.
GWARRH!
The strange beast immediately prowled, as if injected with a crazed drug. It even forgot itself for a moment, throwing a tantrum about nothing while staring angrily at Xiao Ming, as though he'd stolen something from its den.
Xiao Ming, on the other hand, wore an indifferent, almost dismissive look. The other cultivators, who knew what had happened while the beast was unconscious, shook their heads, a silent symphony of sympathy for the creature.
"Come!" Xiao Ming called to the beast with a smirk, "Would you willingly become my Senior Sister's pet, right here and now?"
