But Wen Yan was obviously still being reasonable, clearly wanting to find out some things. If that's the case, then the Scorching Sun Department is definitely going to get involved later.
He would rather go turn himself in to the Scorching Sun Department for judgment than fall back into the hands of this Great Killer Star.
Sure enough, when Wen Yan heard this, his face grew even darker.
Wen Yan took out his phone and checked it—signal was fine.
He looked at the Demonic Corpse.
"Your eye probably can't be retrieved anymore—it's been devoured. Aside from the one in front of you, can you still sense any other enemies?"
The Demonic Corpse stuffed her heart back into her chest. The gaping hole, now filled, healed rapidly.
She glanced at the ball of blood rope floating mid-air, then turned to look in another direction.
"Seems like... it's really far."
"As long as you can feel it, the distance doesn't matter."
