Perhaps this was a primal instinct for danger, honed over many years in the apocalypse of her past life.
She instinctively sensed a spreading aura of danger, a feeling that was impossible to describe with words.
"To think the parasite source could be burned to ash and still leave half of itself behind." A chill ran down the spines of Song You'ai and her companions.
'If Xie Ning hadn't turned back, if she hadn't sealed the entire corridor…'
'Doesn't that mean this half of a parasite source could have slipped away right under our noses to find a new host?'
The expressions of everyone present grew solemn.
"Sis, I'll burn the corridor again!" Song Kexin volunteered, stepping forward and tossing out several clusters of blue flames, scorching every nook and cranny of the entire hallway.
By now, her flames were mostly under her control. They only scorched their intended targets, bypassing everything else.
