Looking at Little Cripple who had been transformed into a living dead, Feng Qi did not have any pity in his heart.
Even though he knew that it did all of this for the sake of the rise of its race.
However, it should not be built on the invasion and destruction of human civilization.
Even if the owner of the fog did not unintentionally harvest Little Cripple and its clansmen, the human survivors in the shelter would face the danger of internal and external trouble. They might be cruelly killed by them.
[Split.]
Accompanied by a shout from the narrator, the Little Cripple, who had just stood up, did a split on the spot.
Without the rune crystal, the Little Cripple's innate incompleteness left it unable to stand normally.
At this moment, Feng Qi took a step forward and crushed its head with one stomp.
Just as he had expected, he did not obtain the innate ability of Little Cripple after killing it.
