Her laughter was so wildly unrestrained that Ye Zheng looked over as well.
But Feng Ling's laughter abruptly stopped at that moment.
One second she had been domineering and high-spirited; the next, she suddenly fell silent, her expression a little stiff.
Ye Zheng shook the Xenomorph blood from her claws and blurted out, "Why did you stop laughing?"
She was not mocking her, merely curious. After all, there were not many things that could cool down the passionate Feng Ling.
Feng Ling looked over with mixed feelings. "To breathe out that blast of fire, Kite's fuel is almost used up."
Ye Zheng found that she was not surprised in the slightest. Feng Ling had always been like this—getting carried away, then stumbling afterward. It was nothing unusual.
Still, Ye Zheng habitually rolled her eyes and jabbed at her, "Why didn't you think about the fuel when you made it breathe fire?"
"Didn't I just forget? Kite had been flying for two days without much rest, so I thought its endurance was pretty strong." Feng Ling sighed. "Forget it. Let's stop here and rest for a while. It can replenish some fuel too."
Ye Zheng looked around. "Once these Xenomorphs finish producing Cards, we can feed the corpses to Kite. But it's so big, they probably won't be enough... What about that big fish head? Can it be used as fuel?"
The Fish Monster was still struggling in the Palm Grove, dragging its injured body toward the wading pool with all its strength.
Since Feng Ling was closer, she ran several quick steps toward the Palm Grove and said lightly, "I'll put it out of its misery~"
Once inside the Palm Grove, Feng Ling got a clear look at the enormous creature and could not help feeling troubled.
Her usual attacks