The Baby Spirits' attacks came quickly. Accompanying the steady stream of wailing, wisps of white fog floated from afar. Everyone's divine senses swept by it and realized that there were at least a hundred shadows that were flickering inside the white fog. These shadows faded in and out of existence; they were terrifying.
Jiang Yi wasn't sure if Di Ling'er was really afraid or just wanted to get close to him; half her body was persistently wrapped around Jiang Yi. Her bosom pressed on Jiang Yi's arm, making Jiang Yi feel both awkward and refreshed.
Of course, this was not the time for merriment. Jiang Yi sent a voice transmission to Di Ling'er: "Young Mistress Ling'er, let Qi Yue and the others protect you; the Baby Spirits are about to attack."
"Ah?"
