Yang Qi's main pet carried a scent of decay, so his three summoned Soul Pets were not subject to the group attack.
At this time, Yang Qi had suffered a soul wound. His pale face turned even blacker than before. He flew into the air and made his way towards Hao Ting's location.
"You were supposed to disable a few seals, and yet you return injured!" Hao Ting stared at Yang Qi, his eyebrows furrowed.
Hao Ting was about forty years old. Streaks of white silk ran through his black hair, making him look older than his actual age.
"I encountered a young inspector. He had a weird Dragon Race pet. I was taken by surprise by his Dragon Race pet!" Yang Qi said through gritted teeth.
"There are still Game Organizer's people alive? Who was it?" Hao Ting asked. Anyone capable of injuring Yang Qi must have been a Soul Emperor.
"I'm not sure. A very young one, about twenty years old!" replied Yang Qi, filled with resentment.
