As Han Qiwu kept digging, he suddenly heard some muffled "pop pop pop" sounds.
This sound...
It must be that Molten Slime.
Turning his head to look.
Five chubby Molten Slimes were wobbling towards Little Ice, aggressively preparing to spew molten lava.
Oh, hell no!
Han Qiwu quickly switched to his ice blade and rushed forward, using his vein-severing technique to interrupt the nearest Molten Slime.
This Little Ice is so expensive; if you ruin it, think of how heartbroken I'd be.
Repairing it costs money!
The interrupted Molten Slime felt terribly uncomfortable.
The vintage molten lava in its mouth was stuck — neither coming out nor staying in.
It was suffering.
Han Qiwu could see its struggle, so he thoughtfully tapped the tip of his ice blade on its chubby stomach.
"There, there. Once you're gone, you won't feel the pain anymore."
Molten Slime: "??????"
True to his word, Han Qiwu made those slimes disappear into glowing white light within five minutes.
