"What's the situation now?" An Xiu and Zhang Jing looked anxious.
"I don't know." Fan Bayin sat on the side with an icy expression.
His mood was truly bad, extremely bad.
As a Spirit Summoner, low-level souls are indeed worthless, as many as you want. Anyway, to put it bluntly, these ghost spirits are just a kind of wandering energy, basically no different from True Qi. One acts inside the body, while the other acts outside.
But those two Red-clothed Fierce Ghosts were refined using many precious materials with special methods, and losing even one would cause him immense pain.
Originally, two of them were thwarted by Li Chen, and now another two have been swallowed by that monster, which truly makes his heart ache like it's bleeding.
"This loss is absolutely foolish!" Fan Bayin felt like crying without tears.
