I can fight ten

Chapter 293 The Demon Spirit's Conspiracy

"What? You mean you're going to eat her?"

"What a joke! You're so small, and she's so big, how can you eat her?!"

"Hurry back, it's dangerous over there!"

Zhang Chen shouted nervously.

"Guji! Guji!"

Little Soft stopped and looked at Zhang Chen as if asking.

"What? You're asking if I agree?"

"If you can eat him, I naturally have no objections. I'm just afraid you'll get hurt!"

Zhang Chen replied.

"Guji!"

Little Soft floated for a moment, then its body suddenly grew larger. Its two large eyeballs, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened, staring directly at the female demon spirit.

"What is this thing?!"

Buzz!

Before the female demon spirit could react, the spiritual energy in the surrounding air was instantly sucked into Little Soft's large eyeballs.

The scenery became clearly visible.

The female demon spirit's body also began to be absorbed at a rapid pace, and its body grew weak.

Zhang Chen seized the opportunity to leap backward, flicking his hand away and breaking free from the female demon spirit's control.

If he didn't stop now, he might be completely drained by Little Soft.

Indeed.

In just a few seconds, the previously arrogant female demon spirit, like a deflated ball, began to rapidly shrivel and collapse.

Behind her, the plump demon spirit that resembled a balloon suddenly changed its form, reverting back to the appearance of the female demon spirit.

"What a terrifying creature! You wait, I will return!"

"I remember your appearance!"

The female demon spirit said fiercely to Zhang Chen.

Then, she pushed another demon spirit towards Little Soft, and immediately leaped dozens of meters away, spreading her wings and flying far off.

"It's a shame he escaped!"

"But… it's fine if my appearance is remembered!"

Zhang Chen chuckled and said.

Little Soft, having devoured two half-human, half-demon monsters, finally returned to its smaller form, fully satisfied.

It slowly floated into Zhang Chen's shirt pocket.

"This..."

The faceless demon spirit was completely stunned.

He had never seen such a powerful demon spirit, one that could feed on spiritual energy?!

One must know that other demon spirits absorbed spiritual energy to increase their own strength.

Therefore, spiritual energy was always conserved, transferring from other humans or demon spirits into the devouring demon spirit, or dissipating directly into the air after death.

In short, the total amount of spiritual energy in the world remained unchanged.

However, if a creature that fed on spiritual energy appeared, it would mean that spiritual energy would gradually decrease!

This was the most terrifying thing!

"Isn't this supposed to be an ornamental spirit?"

Zhao Xiyue said with lingering fear.

Fortunately, she had treated this little fellow with some care. If she hadn't managed the scale of her mischief properly and angered it, it could have drained her own spiritual energy in an instant.

"I'm not too sure either. It seems to be a combat-type now..."

"And as far as I can tell, its strength is above mine!"

Zhang Chen said with satisfaction.

"A spirit whose strength surpasses yours? Your luck is truly enviable!"

Zhao Xiyue pouted and said.

"Just good luck!"

Zhang Chen shrugged and replied noncommittally.

He didn't know why he was so strong, it was truly baffling.

At one point, he even felt that the so-called Demon God was somewhat ridiculous for daring to call himself a god in front of him.

However, he quickly regained his composure.

He felt ashamed of his recent arrogant thoughts.

"This is no place to chat, we should retreat quickly!"

The faceless demon spirit urged them from behind.

"Okay, then we'll retreat first and talk about it back at the Corpse Collector's Guild!"

"This crisis is just the beginning, and I feel like the real trouble is about to arrive at any moment!"

Zhang Chen said with a frown.

King of Flames carried everyone and flew for over thirty minutes before returning to the Corpse Collector's Guild.

However, what they saw in front of them was something Zhang Chen found hard to believe.

The guild, which was usually bustling with activity, was now deserted. Only a few latecomers were still in their seats.

Most of the corpse collectors were nowhere to be found. Even those few who had managed to escape back were severely injured, and there were still un-dried bloodstains on the ground.