Mo Yan appeared behind the Golden Beast in an instant, and the Golden Beast immediately sensed her presence. With a swift turn, it faced her, its golden eyes glaring intensely at her. Despite suffering such grievous injuries and losing so much blood, its movements were still so quick.
Confronted with that pair of golden eyes she had never seen before, Mo Yan felt a chill run through her body. She stood as if frozen, unable to move. She nervously watched the Golden Beast, her hand gripping the bucket handle turning slightly white as she prepared to dart into the Space at any moment.
The Golden Beast stood its ground, staring unwaveringly at Mo Yan. Holding the wooden bucket, its nose, not unlike a feline's, twitched subtly. Its crimson tongue unconsciously stuck out, licking around its furry lips. That greedy look unexpectedly made it seem less ferocious.
