Xu Yi's muscles slowly tensed up, and his footsteps also quickened.
He kept his head down, not speaking, not because he couldn't bear the doubtful gazes of the others.
He had brought these people here with the mindset of "I shouldn't bear the thunder alone"; how could he possibly care about their stares?
The slightly younger exorcists looked disdainfully at Xu Yi's receding figure, thinking that such a loser should stop being an exorcist and go home to feed cattle.
But the more seasoned exorcists had already noticed something amiss, silently retreating and moving closer to Xu Yi.
Xu Yi gripped the transparent box in his hand, not knowing when the lively half-leaf inside had suddenly withered, turning into black liquid that flowed away.
Maji was oblivious to the team's anomalies; at this moment, he was already fantasizing about how wonderful life would be if he could win over Lisa.
A rustling sound suddenly came, Maji was stunned for a moment. What was that noise?