Chen Hao stood beneath a peach tree a dozen meters away.
He leaned against its dark purple trunk, his arms crossed over his chest. Xiao Yue ran back and crouched at his feet, gray-black bodily fluid still clinging to the corners of her mouth.
He glanced at the battlefield.
Yaoyao, at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, and Xiao Qing, at the Late Meridian-Penetrating stage, could handle a pack of disguise-type beasts with little fighting ability. He had no need to intervene.
Creatures like these... had been common among the Demon Race in the Primordial Era. He had seen at least a hundred kinds that were more vicious, more cunning, and better at disguising themselves.
Some demons could take human form and live and eat with you for years, waiting until you had let down every last defense before striking late one night.
This pack's tricks were crude.
Chen Hao took a water flask from his Qiankun Bag, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
Ahead, Yang Wanqing let out another fierce shout, followed by the crackle of bursting lightning arcs.
Three minutes later.
The peach grove fell silent.
Petals carpeted the ground. Gray-black corpses lay scattered among the pink and white petals, their tentacles drooping. Their compound eyes had lost their crimson color and turned a dull, lifeless gray.
Yang Wanqing stood in the middle of the corpses, leaning on her halberd and catching her breath.
Her hair had come loose, and her clothes were covered in gray-black fluid.
She glared at the first beast to expose itself, lying at her feet... the very one she had held for half an hour while crying.
Its eight legs pointed skyward, its tentacles curled. The golden skin lay spread out beside it.
Yang Wanqing stared at the skin, her lips