"Ugh… Argh…"
The evil spirit collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Its head covered in cracks like veins and white smoke was streaming out of them. Judging from the way it screamed, it seemed like it was about to perish.
"Bro Bei, why did you spare him? You could've finished him off!" Xiao'er mumbled as he sat on top of Chen Xiaobei's shoulder.
"It looks rather unusual. Also, it has reached Eight-Stars! It would be a shame to kill it!"
Chen Xiaobei jumped down and stood next to the evil spirit. He took out a Spirit Cage, opened it and said, "If you want to live, make me your master. If you want to vanish like smoke, I can also do that. You have three seconds to decide!"
"I… I…"
The dark purple evil spirit had a nose like Pinocchio's and its mouth was like an eagle's beaks. On its back were a pair of wings—it looked, as Chen Xiaobei had said, unusual.
This evil spirit was decidedly reluctant to accept Chen Xiaobei's offer.
