Closing the panel, Zhang Deming returned to his senses. Just then, Qing Xiaolu, who had been hiding somewhere, flew out.
"You of the Human Race are truly terrifying! You can even kill the bizarre Demon Beasts of the night!" Qing Xiaolu said, flying down and looking at the two recovering men.
Zhang Deming and Li Shifan turned to look at him. Zhang Deming asked, "This type of Demon Beast shouldn't have much intelligence, right? Does it have a sense of territory?"
Qing Xiaolu replied, "I'm not sure. But the original Demon Beast, the one that becomes bizarre, does have a sense of territory.
It's the severely infected Demon Beasts that, when killed at night, can possibly have this kind of mutation."
Zhang Deming mused, "So, you're saying it's highly unlikely another Demon Beast like that will appear around here, right?"
Qing Xiaolu nodded. "Yes, that should be right."
Zhang Deming turned to Li Shifan and said, "Alright, let's pack up. We just need to move a short distance."
