"You wom-" Chu Lingge had just been about to curse when he unexpectedly discovered pure light-type energy slowly spreading from the top of his head throughout his body. His exhausted body immediately felt as though it had been pumped full of adrenaline, every inch of him brimming with strength.
"Little Light, keep it up! We're all counting on you. You're my little hero-no, my little Superman." Dongfang Minghui had already made up her mind to make Little Light a Spider-Man or Ultraman costume when she had the chance. It would suit Little Light perfectly.
This was-
There was no need to wonder. This had to be the light-type energy released by that little ball of fur. Chu Lingge immediately grew serious. "I never expected your light-element cub to be so capable."
"Awoo." Little Light protested. Its little body was soft, and its two furry paws turned Chu Lingge's flowing hair into a bird's nest.
Circulating his light-type spiritual power with a dark expression, Chu Lingge warned, "Stay a meter away from me when I draw my sword."
Dongfang Minghui looked excited. "Are you going to swing the Radiant Sword? What are your chances?"
Chu Lingge snorted. They had been thirty percent before; now they had risen another twenty percent. "Little furball, defeat this arrogant Death Corps with me."
Little Light answered by swiping a paw straight across his scalp.
"Heavens, please let this work. What will we do if it doesn't?"
"What else? Run for our lives first." As far as Little Lecher was concerned, if they could not even protect themselves, how could they protect anyone else?
"Let me think." Dongfang Minghui thought for a long while. The only way to satisfy both concerns was to take Xuanzhu and those Dark-Type Spirit Masters to No Return Mountain to find