A night of unceasing turmoil finally passed.
As the sky began to brighten again, Jiasinta and his two companions appeared in a secluded area on the outskirts of Artlu Canyon.
"They really can run."
Sitting on a rock, Jiasinta looked at the item in his hand and revealed a sneering smile.
"——!——!"
In the hands of this Demon Clan officer, a series of sharp cries, like the wailing of a baby, kept resounding.
They were the cries of a monster.
The monster had a small pair of dragon wings, and its body resembled a segmented locust, only about the size of a palm, tightly grasped by a ferocious hand that resembled a dragon claw.
This ferocious hand that resembled a dragon claw was naturally Jiasinta's.
Jiasinta was tightly holding the little monster, ignoring its struggling and screaming in his hand.
Although the little monster's body oscillated between solid and illusory, like a mirage swaying and shaking, it couldn't break free from Jiasinta's hold.
