Human-rat romance? Chen Hai was just joking with his cousin.
The first time encountering such an affair, his cousin Jiang Dalong had obviously been scared out of his wits.
Chen Hai teased him only to make him relax a bit, lest he continue to be as tense.
With the power of flame, he could have ended the battle in an instant, incinerating the Rat Demon's soul to ashes.
He hadn't done so for a simple reason.
He felt that incinerating the Rat Demon's soul directly would be somewhat wasteful.
It was rare to come across such a thing, and consuming it as a tonic would truly be making the most out of it.
He plunged one hand into the ring of fire, and something more menacing than a white-furred rat—a leech-like shadow—poked its head out, extending a section from his arm.
This shadow was very ethereal and unreal-looking.
Jiang Dalong, who was just a step or two away from Chen Hai, now showed a face much less taut with tension.
