Rumble—!
—The second-floor factory had directly become the site of a massive thunderstorm.
Bzzzt—!
—After Jiang Han rampaged through the third-floor factory, vast charging pools were left behind, allowing more than five hundred Nightmare Cat Lamps to bathe in electricity, meowing and howling as they charged.
Bang, thud-thud-thud!
Jiang Han knocked down the last nightmare creature guarding the passage. After watching the Nightmare Cat Lamps turn it into nightmare energy, she silently shifted her gaze toward the passage to the lower level.
She complained, "How many levels does this damned place even have? Don't tell me it has a double-digit number of floors?"
"Meow, meow-howl!"
That Nightmare Cat Lamp had eaten so much she was nearly as big as a Nightmare Giant Cat Lamp. Happily patting her belly, she said in an utterly certain tone, "There's only one floor left, the final floor! The information cats obtained says that Ansha hid a great many precious things in the offices on the fourth floor!"
"Can you guarantee that, Cat Lamp?"
Chen Ligu snapped her fingers while panting, and a wave of restorative magic washed over the three of them.
Apparently, this was one of the benefits Witch House had gained after acquiring a "hamster ball." Witches of Witch House, as well as witches connected to it, could now use restoration spells.
She looked at the somewhat smug Cat Lamp, caught her breath, and said, "It isn't that I particularly doubt you, but as collaborators, I would like to know what lies below..."
She raised a brow and added before the Cat Lamp could speak, "On the second floor, I seemed to see you secretly sending some kittens downstairs. Of course, we witches have a certain degree of patience for partners who aren't especially cooperative..."
"Meow-howl!"
The Nightmare Cat Lamp puffed up