"Renegade spirit...." It was a term Meng Hao wasn't familiar with. But from the way the parrot said it, it sounded like something that had a long, complicated history.
The meat jelly looked confused at first, but after a moment appeared to have recalled something, and it started to shake.
At the same time, the Blood Mastiff, who was still in his bag of holding, inside the blood-colored mask, began to struggle with an even stronger thirst, as if... it wanted to consume that blood-colored bat!!
Meng Hao's face flickered as he retracted his divine sense from the necropolis. He sat there in the Immortal's cave, lost in thought and hesitation. However, inside the blood-colored mask, the Blood Mastiff was emanating an intense thirst that seemed to be reaching a peak.
