"I am... Who am I?"
Chen Ping frowned deeply. As he continuously dredged through his memories to resist the lingering Mental Pollution from the Divine Sense Spider's attack, he barely managed to observe the situation outside.
Though the Divine Sense Spider before them was only the size of a grain of rice, it was clearly far more resilient than the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, which had been completely stripped of its ability to resist by a single Light of Judgment from the Auspicious Beast.
"Chen Ping, watch out! Chen Ping!"
Seeing that the Divine Sense Spider had changed direction, no longer targeting her and instead charging straight at Chen Ping, the Auspicious Beast was frantic with worry. But after unleashing the Power of Judgment, how could she possibly stand again?
"Chen Ping... who is that?"
Chen Ping saw the Auspicious Beast seemingly speaking, calling out a familiar name. He froze. That name sounded so familiar.
He knew very well that he was not Tang Wutong, and he even had a dick. There was absolutely no way he could be Tang San's precious daughter. But who exactly was he? He could not quite remember.
Snap!
At that moment, a finger snap rang out from within Chen Ping's Sea of Consciousness. Electrolux's aged yet imposing figure finally reappeared within it. With just that snap, he completely swept away the filth in Chen Ping's Sea of Consciousness!
Who was qualified to flaunt their attainments in the domain of souls before the Holy Necromancer?
With a mere thought, Electrolux almost instantly uprooted the corruptive thoughts that had nearly swallowed Chen Ping's Spiritual Power.
Clarity returned to Chen Ping's eyes. As he looked at the Divine Sense Spider lunging at him, a trace of relief finally appeared in his gaze.
Come on! Just come at me.