Liu Ming sensed the mana rapidly depleting from his body, and his face was filled with solemnity.
At this moment, he had already waited for a long time. He slapped the two black pouches at his waist, and two streaks of black mist rolled out, condensing slightly at his sides, transforming into a silver mini bone scorpion and a fierce-looking flying skull.
"Master!" Voices of a girl and a boy reached his ears.
Liu Ming did not speak but glanced at them, simply instructing them with his divine sense.
The next moment, the bone scorpion swung its pincers and hugged Liu Ming's thigh, while the flying skull, without saying another word, released its hair and tightly wrapped around his arm.
