The little demon's eyes were like still water, their irises suddenly becoming as deep as the ocean, as if a mysterious azure light shimmered within.
It gazed eerily in the direction where Baili An departed.
Reflected in its pupils, the scenes showed a web-like black mist that even Ying Ji and Yin Baishuang couldn't see.
It raised its short paws again, sharp claws popping out from the tender pads, hooking onto a wisp of the unseen black mist in the wind.
The immaterial mist was elusive even to a Cultivator's Spiritual Sense.
Yet when the black mist fell upon the little demon's paw, it seemed to stick as if adhered.
It gently pulled, drawing a wisp of black energy into its mouth.
Until its paws were licked clean of the black energy, the little demon's azure eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction.
It licked its chapped lips and carefully repeated the process.
"I will consume him."
