"You mean to say —"
Mo Qiang seemed to have understood what Xiao Jiao was trying to say, but at the same time, she thought it was too unbelievable. How could such a thing be possible? However, when she looked at the solemn look on her face, Mo Qiang understood that the little squirrel was not pulling her leg, but she truly meant it.
She closed her eyes and inhaled heavily. Her head was throbbing wildly when she thought about how the thing that she needed to defeat was not a mutated sentient being but a demonic entity that was actually trying to instill fear in the hearts of humans.
"How am I supposed to deal with such a thing?" she questioned Xiao Jiao, who looked at her with a sympathetic look in her eyes.
