Su Mo grew tense, his thoughts racing as he hurriedly said, "Little Eight, since Senior thinks so highly of you, stay here! We'll meet again someday!"
It was nearly impossible to take Little Eight away today. As long as he could escape himself, he could find another way to bring Little Eight away in the future.
Hiss! Hiss!!
Little Eight hissed, rubbing its head incessantly against Su Mo's face. Reluctance filled its enormous eyes.
Although the master-servant bond between Little Eight and Su Mo had been dissolved, it had followed Su Mo for so long. It had been with him since its birth, and that bond was not so easily erased.
"Brat, you will have no chance to meet again!"
The black-clothed middle-aged man's gaze was cold as he said, "My race possesses noble blood. How could one of us become a human's spirit beast? You deserve to die!"
As soon as his words fell, the black-clothed middle-aged man waved his arm. A stream of force shot toward Su Mo like a sharp sword.
"Not good!"
Su Mo's face changed drastically. The black-clothed middle-aged man's force was unbelievably fast. Before he could even dodge, it had already reached him.
In an instant, Su Mo was plunged into a certain-death situation.
At that moment, Little Eight, which had remained beside Su Mo, thrust out its enormous head and instantly shielded him behind it.
"Little Eight!"
Su Mo cried out. If that force struck Little Eight's head, it would almost certainly die!
Just as the force was about to strike Little Eight's head, in that split second between lightning and flint, the black-clothed middle-aged man reached out with his hand and instantly drew the force back.
The black-clothed middle-aged man had not expected Little Eight to protect Su Mo so recklessly. After