This...
The scene before her had undoubtedly shocked Aiko.
Especially when that black giant tongue began slowly flowing out of the stone coffin.
And when its base appeared, the space beside the demigod puppet warped. Old Man Xiumeng arrived without hesitation, his expression grave.
"How could this happen?"
As he studied the bright yellow golden-shaded cat, he let out a familiar-sounding sigh.
"How can there be flames that exist on their own? And so many..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help looking at Fu Qian.
"You really weren't lying!"
"So you actually thought I was lying?"
Fu Qian looked surprised.
"Then why did you come along?"
That question was rather hard to answer. Fortunately, Old Man Xiumeng soon realized he didn't need to.
A familiar sight appeared on the surface of the black giant tongue.
One by one, festering blisters rapidly swelled, then tore open, releasing black-mist-like phantoms that immediately locked onto everyone.
Perhaps because there were so many of them, the number of phantoms seemed to have increased as well.
"Attack."
It took Xiumeng only half a second to assess the situation and decide on a course of action. He spoke coldly.
"They're unusual, but not impossible to fight."
He clearly understood the level of a True God.
Unfortunately, the flames were far too tempting. Compared to the rewards and risks of hunting a demigod, they were too hard to give up.
After issuing his order, Xiumeng's figure flickered. He easily dodged the phantom lunging at him, then naturally turned to look at Fu Qian.
Fu Qian had just slipped away from the pincer attack of two phantoms.
"Mr. Andir, thank you for the information. You can leave now. It's dangerous here."
The next moment, Xiumeng made the suggestion in a calm voice.
"It's fine. I can handle