"Demon Arrival."
Under the moonlit night, atop the desolate wilderness, as the voice of the Little Nian Beast fell, its pupils were covered by a profound deep red.
In an instant, its entire body ignited with ferocious Demon Flame, and its lion-like snout protruded slightly forward like a blade. In a blink, the wild grass within ten meters was incinerated, leaving only Embers dancing in the wind.
Zhou Jiuya and Lin Xingshi saw this scene, and their expressions slightly changed.
"What's going on?" Zhou Jiuya said coldly, "Has your pet dog gone mad?"
"Little Nian?"
Lin Xingshi looked at the red-eyed Little Nian Beast, gently calling its name.
She hesitated briefly, then furrowed her brows, "No, it doesn't seem right. Be careful, Jiuya."
In that moment of activating the "Demon Arrival" form, the Little Nian Beast's figure had already burst out.
"What?"
