If this momentum continued, it would clearly be a wonderful change. A great Fur Shepherd, a great God of Spirit Fur, could sense more kinds of fascinating fur, catch glimpses of those interesting little creatures through some unseen connection, and expand his following while diversifying the kinds of believers he had.
A wonderful, unexpected kind of growth.
Zhizhi seemed to have discovered an entertaining game, its legs churning frantically beneath its belly. Ruger could faintly sense its excitement.
After three consecutive attempts with the Fireball Spell, the Underground Beast was terrified and even less willing to stop.
Ruger pondered how the golden-furred Underground Beast sometimes kicked or collided with the giant mushrooms as it ran.
When some mushrooms glowed from the vibrations, it would darken, along with some of the light around it. This seemed to be one of its hunting methods.
A special environment bred special creatures. They might expend considerable effort on a small task, developing unusual patterns of behavior.
Ruger thought it over and cast another spell.
He raised his hand and tossed out a Light Spell, but it failed to hit.
It flew slowly, nowhere near as fast as the Fireball Spell.
Sensing its master's frustration, Zhizhi volunteered two squeaks. Ruger's brows lifted slightly, and he smiled. Zhizhi's general meaning was that he could leave this to it; it had already figured out the creature's movement patterns.
Mona and the little person in the pocket were watching too. Watching the chase, the little person had forgotten to cry. Facing into the wind, she had already had her tears blown dry into streaks on her face.
Zhizhi suddenly accelerated, approaching from one side, then abruptly changed direction without needing an order.
With a faint smile, Ruger cast his spell.
A floating orb of light appeared directly in