She said softly:
"Fight~ Fight~ If you don't fight, you can't survive~"
Of course, casual chatter was no good. Only reading in fragments could maximize efficiency—Gray Serpent had learned that through research.
She looked up. After forcibly injecting her consciousness, the Pilgrim Butterfly in the sky no longer fled. Lin Yiping stopped where he was, his wings spread wide. Some emotion actually flickered across his mummified face, even though he could barely change his expression anymore.
He was really going all out.
His tentacles spread like tree roots, and light cannons gathered around him—not one, but two powerful floating cannons.
Zhao Bai didn't quite understand. One floating cannon was like a breeze brushing over a mountain to him. Could two cannons of the same power really defeat Zhao Bai? Perhaps this was the inexplicable confidence of a chuuni. To understand it, one would have to put oneself in the same state of mind.
Zhao Bai didn't understand because he wasn't chuuni enough.
Besides, he had a wife and daughter, a happy family, and he was past that age. Why should he imitate someone else's chuuni behavior?
He just needed to chop him to death.
Knowing too much about prey only added to one's troubles. Would understanding his thoughts and knowing his sensitivity turn him from a monster into a human? It would only make things unpleasant for himself. Zhao Bai had learned long ago not to delve too deeply into a monster's past.
He gripped Ice Lotus Sky, his heart incomparably calm. While that monster accumulated its floating cannons, Zhao Bai was also slowly gathering strength.
Slash.
The blade fell, leaving behind only stillness and astonishment.
A transparent object resembling an ice dome appeared over the city. It was a solid mass of air formed in an instant. Cold