Far from the match for a cat spirit, but seemed promising for the future, volume was key.
Having used so many resources to produce this white ball, even if it was in a bad initial state, it should at least be somewhat useful, right?
Zheng Yichen pressed the white ball that was already hanging from his arm onto the motorcycle, pinched the cat spirit that had leaped out of his cloak, and tossed the unruly cat onto the Cerberus, which immediately howled in misery; it was being devoured by the cat spirit.
"Check this little thing out."
"Understood." Several wires stretched out from the motorcycle and wrapped around the white ball; a magnified projection screen appeared in front of Lilith while Zheng Yichen made a swipe through the air next to him, mounted the motorcycle, and left Hell, leaving a chaotic scene behind.
