The clods of dried mud from the cuffs of his trousers and the insides of his shoes, Jiang Dalong had finally managed to clean them off thoroughly.
Rising to his feet, he still felt a chill and unconsciously tightened his clothes around him.
"That Rat Demon has already fled without a trace. Brother Long, do you still have confidence in capturing it?"
Suddenly thinking of this issue, he tentatively spoke up and asked Chen Hai.
"What do you think?" Instead of directly answering his question, Chen Hai smiled enigmatically.
He had tampered with his cousin Jiang Dalong's body, making him jump into the fish pond. With such little information to go by, the difficulty in finding that being was far from trivial.
But as for the Rat Demon that had led him and Jiang Dalong here, even if it had now vanished without a trace, where could it possibly flee to?
You must know, previously, Chen Hai had forcibly devoured more than a third of its strength.
