When the old man had left, the hole he'd smashed through the window was only about the size of a basketball. From Bai Yang's position, the opening was no longer protected by the layer of light outside, and the dark demonic tide surged through it and into the room.
Having seen how terrifying the dark demonic tide was, Bai Yang immediately backed away and told Yaya to handle it. Only she could deal with this stuff.
Yaya didn't let Bai Yang down. She darted to the window, opened her little mouth, and sucked in the demonic tide pouring from outside. It streamed into her mouth like noodles and disappeared.
Bai Yang watched anxiously from behind. Yaya could eat the dark demonic tide, but she couldn't withstand an endless deluge. From what Bai Yang had observed, there was a limit to how much she could swallow, and she needed time to digest it.
That damned old geezer! Even unconscious, he'd managed to screw me over on his way out!
Seething, Bai Yang watched nervously. A minute later, Yaya was still devouring the dark demonic tide, and she still looked like she was enjoying herself. But though she remained delighted, a hint of exasperation had appeared on her face, as if she were saying, I really want to eat it—I love eating it—but I can't eat any more...
The tide kept pouring in, and Yaya kept swallowing. Then Bai Yang saw her little body gradually swell like a balloon. A minute later, she had become a round little dumpling.
Was she going to burst if this kept up?
Bai Yang watched in trepidation, afraid Yaya would go pop and explode.
Despite his worry, there was nothing he could do to help. Yaya had swallowed the dark demonic tide with ease, but if