Yu Fei had slain nearly forty 7th-rank desolate beasts in total, but he had thrown some into the Decomposition Pool, leaving only twenty-three.
One by one, the desolate beasts, rich in Qi Blood, were taken out. Ah Zhen watched curiously, ignoring her Jade Dragon Rice. She clucked, her expression wary, as she slowly strutted over.
When Yu Fei took out the mutilated corpse of the last one—Mr. Hu—a ferocious and overwhelming wave of bloodlust surged to the sky. Ah Zhen was instantly startled. Her calls suddenly grew frantic, and she flapped her wings, flying several hundred meters into the air to escape.
The tiger's might lingered even in death. This natural suppression on the food chain, its aura alone, was enough to scare her away.
Zhuo Feiming was so astonished she couldn't speak.
First, his spatial ability, and now all these desolate beast corpses.
"This... You..."
"How in the world did you do it, kid? How big is your spatial storage? Can it hold living things...?"
