Mist swirled around.
Wu Xiaode advanced through the fog.
He passed through the spacious factory and came directly in front of the chimney.
Atop the chimney stood the Hunter, motionless.
The Mind Beasts were slaughtering each other.
No one dared to approach—
The strong, upon seeing such a number of Mind Beasts, had long since fled for their lives.
Wu Xiaode stood there, closed his eyes, and sighed.
"Why do you sigh?"
Little Bone's voice transmitted from the Book of the Dead.
It held up its Bone phone MAX, filming the Spiritual attribute Mind Beasts in mid-air.
Wu Xiaode said,
"Ever since my Awakening with Soul Power, I have fought with fairness and justice in every battle, striving to defeat my enemies in an upright manner so they are utterly convinced by their defeat."
"This time, I'm completely outmatched and might have to resort to some underhanded tactics."
Little Bone silently lowered its head.
—You?
Upright and honorable?
Is that really how you see yourself!
