The night wind was chilly, and a pale phantom flashed through the pitch-black dense forest, followed by dozens of black figures swiftly pursuing, startling a swarm of flying fireflies.
Lucius moved with incredible speed; Wen Shu almost got flung off several times. She clung tightly to Lucius's shoulders, suspecting it was no accident. The Soul Capturing Technique was not stable on Lucius; his consciousness was swiftly breaking free.
She lowered her eyes in thought for two seconds, glanced at the ever-nearing Blood Beasts behind her, clung to Lucius's neck, and whispered close to his ear, "Lucius, I want you to make a Beast God Contract."
As expected, the male figure stiffened but only paused for a few seconds before nodding in response.
"You must swear not to harm me again, and promise to return me unharmed to Wu Xuan and Nan," Wen Shu's voice was calm, yet crystal clear.
