Demonic (2)

Even though she had escaped, her leg was still imprinted with Fu Qiu's teeth marks.

Outside the Crystal Palace, the light of dusk was slowly being engulfed by the darkness of night. But just as everything was about to turn dark, the fat catfishes slaughtering each other relentlessly outside seemed to be drawn to some force.

As if possessed, they swept the spirit stones on their floor into their stomachs with their tongues and plunged back into the earth without another word.

It was as though none of that had ever happened. All traces of their battle above ground quickly vanished as well.

Ye Qingtang panted softly as she kept her eye on Fu Qiu.

The red light in Fu Qiu's eyes slowly faded as his deathly white skin gradually returned to its normal green.

Its entire body suddenly relaxed.

Was it back to normal? Ye Qingtang observed Fu Qiu carefully.