"Luo had no intention of starting a war between humans and demons. If not for Fellow Daoist Feng pressing me so hard, we would not have come to this.
Rest assured, Luo will not kill you."
Luo Hong put away the Water-Fire Eight Trigrams Disc and casually reassured her.
Without Ice Phoenix's magic power sustaining it, the Fengli Ice Flame in the air greatly diminished in power. The Three-legged Black Crow swallowed it all without much effort, then swept over in a blaze of fire and landed on Luo Hong's left shoulder.
Little Gold occupied his right shoulder. It had obediently shrunk to the size of two fists, its head swiveling nimbly as it looked around.
"Hm? The flame spirit's intelligence seems to have grown. Is it because it recently devoured a great amount of spirit flame?"
Luo Hong was briefly stunned by the unexpected discovery.
On the other side, confusion appeared on Ice Phoenix's exquisitely beautiful face. She herself had not thought her earlier threat would work; she had only blurted it out in desperation. Yet Luo Hong seemed to fall for it and had actually agreed not to take her life.
Though she did not fully believe him, she could not help but feel delighted. However, that joyful expression soon turned into a frown.
Is this Luo planning to make me his spirit beast?
If that is truly the case, then even if I have to fight to the death, I cannot let him succeed!
While Ice Phoenix adjusted to her status as a captive, Ying Ming had already swaggered over to where Yan Jing and the other monk were hiding.
"Hey, you two, stop just standing there watching and hurry up! Fellow Daoist Luo is about to break the formation!"
Her words immediately left the Little Monk