At the moment Xiao Jinsheng locked eyes with the Fog Corpse, her soul almost fled her body in terror.
The Fog Corpse swung its heavy claw, and the cardboard box around them burst apart.
Holding the cub tightly, Xiao Jinsheng got up and bolted, only to realize that the mist had thickened tonight, and there were already plenty of Fog Corpses around.
The Fog Corpses, hearing the commotion, all turned their eyes on Xiao Jinsheng.
"It's over, it's over." Xiao Jinsheng despaired, tightening her grip on the cub in her arms.
She had always stayed obediently in the Terminal Sanctuary before—where had she ever encountered a scene like this?
Even if the surrounding Fog Corpses were only One Star, they posed an extreme threat to Xiao Jinsheng, who was only eight years old.
