On the arena, Little Mutated Frost Centipede was surrounded in the middle, his face icy, the atmosphere tense.
In truth, Little Mutated Frost Centipede was talking with Huo Yuhao.
Little Mutated Frost Centipede: Ancestor, do you want me to take them out? Over!
Huo Yuhao: This is Ancestor. You don't need to take them out. You need to be taken out by them! Over!
Little Mutated Frost Centipede: Huh? Over!
No, Ancestor...
Earlier, you said if I pretended to be your venerable self, I'd be guaranteed at least one Divine Rank if it worked, but you never said I had to come here and feed them a kill.
Dying and coming back to life—was that really fine?
Fortunately, Huo Yuhao's message came again very soon.
Huo Yuhao: Plan has been sent. Receive it! Over!
Little Mutated Frost Centipede: Received! Over!
After quickly reading through the plan, Little Mutated Frost Centipede finally let out a breath. "So it's a feigned death. But after this, I still have to play corpse for a while, and that isn't simple either. Sure enough, shit is hard to eat, and Divine Ranks are hard to earn!"
"But Ancestor won't harm me. Charge!"
Little Mutated Frost Centipede raised his head and looked at the approaching Bei Bei, then glanced at Tang Ya with her strange smile. He was thinking about how he should perform.
If he failed to control himself properly, he really might accidentally kill Bei Bei and Tang Ya. After all, never mind this body of power copied from the Mutated Frost Centipede Martial Soul, Little Mutated Frost Centipede's main body strength alone was already at the Ferocious Beast level.
It was not something a mere Tang Ya and Bei Bei could withstand.
He really did have to follow Huo Yuhao's plan. Otherwise, he