Feng Ling hurried over to Ye Zheng, who was in the midst of slaughter, and urged, "Call Little Skeleton, now!"
Ye Zheng's sharp claw pierced through a monster's chest. When she pulled her hand back, her entire arm was coated in corrosive slime, aching and numb.
She took a breath, both anxious and irritated. "Do I have to call right now? Can't you see these Monsters?!"
The Flood Dragon Serpent's tentacles swept across the area, cleanly slicing through targets like chopping vegetables. But the Soldiers afflicted by the confusion effect charged forward crazily as well, so her tentacles rapidly shifted from blades into Fangs and Claws, lifting the out-of-control Soldiers one after another.
"I'll handle them. Make the call!" Feng Ling was even more agitated than Ye Zheng. "The sheep is dead!"
"What?!" Ye Zheng's voice shot up an octave. Her eyes widened as she blurted out, "Didn't you say it wouldn't—"
Her words stopped short, and she gritted her teeth hard.
Whatever she said now was too late, because the sheep was already dead!
She held it in and held it in, but ultimately couldn't help cursing, "I told you long ago, all these Xenomorphs are sick! They're insane!"
Ye Zheng turned and went to get her phone from the vehicle. Before Feng Ling transformed into her Second Form, she had put everything she carried in the army's vehicle.
The video call went through, and Huangfu Miaomiao answered almost immediately.
Every day, she had nothing to do in Pei Xianjue's room. She either played games or watched cartoons, so the moment the video call request popped up, she accepted it.
She had thought she would get to have another good chat with Feng Ling and had been rather happy about it. But after the connection went through, only Ye