Demon Whisper

Ye Zheng backed away, and Cow Knife backed away too. Ahead of them, Feng Ling's body began to swell violently, sharp Steel Blade Tentacles bursting from her spine as pieces of Silver Scales gleamed coldly in the wind—

The screeching in the air drew closer and closer. The sound felt somewhat familiar to Feng Ling, a little like the cry of a Cat Owl.

Her tentacles rose high, adjusting their angles to follow the target's position, and then she suddenly lunged forward! The steel blades swung like enormous fan blades, instantly dismembering the monster that had swooped down from the sky! Wherever the steel blades passed, blood mist exploded!

Severed limbs and broken bones pattered to the ground. Stimulated by the scent of blood, the Human-faced Crows swarmed forward, eagerly absorbing the energy in the flesh and blood.

A Card slowly separated from one section of the corpse.

"Another Card!" Ye Zheng said in shock.

She used "another" because the lizard they had killed earlier had also produced Cards.

Labyrinth creatures should not have Cards inside them.

The Flood Dragon Serpent extended a tentacle and touched it lightly. The Card was taken into Squirrel's card pack. Her gaze lingered briefly on the corpse's cleanly sliced wound, then she forced herself to look elsewhere, her stomach churning as she fought the urge to vomit.

Feng Ling had seen corpses a hundred, a thousand times more gruesome than the ones before her, and her emotions had never once wavered. But these Contaminants were different. They were creations of the Mother Nest.

The feeling at that moment was like slaughtering her own children with her own hands. A strong sense of discomfort rose in Feng Ling's heart, and memories of the Mother Nest kept flashing again and again through her mind.

Although before