Qian Yi grabbed it, then opened its mouth wide at the blade.
SLURP!
As if sliding meat off a skewer, the wisp of gray airflow that had fused with the Sword of Gold was forcefully stripped off by Qian Yi and swallowed straight into its stomach.
Su Ping looked at Qian Yi nervously. He hadn't stopped the Pet Beast because he wanted to see what would happen. This place and the gray fog before him felt like an impassable chasm; for now, he truly seemed to have no way across. Moreover, he didn't dare drag out the Time. Once too much Time passed, there was no telling what would happen to the other members of the Heavenly Tomb Army. Therefore, Qian Yi's action seemed to be the only way to solve this mystery.
