Yang Yong panted heavily.
In that instant just now, he had felt an eerie resonance...
That thing's fear had traveled along the chains and struck his nerves like an electric current.
One after another.
Yang Yong began harvesting at a steady rhythm.
Every time a cocoon was sealed, the data model in Cao Xianming's hand flickered.
The probability of the Whale Lord being influenced by the eerie will kept falling.
83%.
81%.
78%.
74%.
With every one sealed, the number dropped a little.
By the time it fell to 67%, Yang Yong had sealed more than twenty.
When it fell to 66%, the oppressive aura in the canyon weakened noticeably.
When it fell to 60%...
The Whale Lord appeared.
The little girl's figure suddenly materialized before Yang Yong and Cao Xianming.
She stood in front of a cocoon Yang Yong was about to target, like a cat guarding its food.
Yang Yong licked his lips.
Thirty-eight.
He had already sealed thirty-eight Sources of Eerie.
To the Whale Lord, this was food forcibly snatched right out of her mouth.
Although she had yet to evolve into an Abyss Mystic Whale and could not digest these things, that did not mean she did not feel the loss.
Just now, while her life was still in danger, she had practically wished...
Yang Yong would pack up every last Source of Eerie and take them away.
Now that her reason had returned and the crisis had passed...
Her miserly nature had surfaced.
The little girl waved her hand.
The world spun around Yang Yong and Cao Xianming once more.
By the time they recovered, they were back at the kitchen.
The aroma of sweet potatoes wafted toward them.
Yang Yong paused.
They actually had not been gone very long.
In the kitchen, a fresh