Staring at the terrifying creature, everyone was frozen in shock. It was only the size of three palms, yet it had devoured the entire head of the Faqiu general. It was neither a dog nor a cat—nothing like any common animal—yet it was undeniably alive.
A chill crept into the hearts of Zhao Zetian and the others. Even the bravest among them were terrified at the sight of an unknown creature. Although Zhao Zetian was normally calm, her breathing now came in ragged gasps. She was afraid. It was not just her; even men like Hua Shengting were petrified, not daring to breathe as they stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss.
Even Michelangelo, the vampire, furrowed his brow. Moments ago, he had been arrogant, warning everyone not to touch the treasures, lest they face his wrath. Now, facing this unknown creature, he also felt a chill. The thing was repulsive, and its teeth looked even sharper than his own vampire fangs.
