589 Skysilver Tribe's Ruins

"Try not to breathe too much around here. Rodents are the carriers of diseases and plagues, let alone after being mutated and infected with Wrathful Demonic Energy," Leon warned the ladies. 

Soft Feather's large body landed on a patch of bloody vines and mutant rat carcasses before her frigid mist spread out and froze the area, foul air and decaying corpses alike. 

"If we don't breathe, then are you asking us to suffocate to death?" Soft Feather threw Leon a questioning glance. 

Leon raised an eyebrow before he responded, "...Or you can just leave the area?"

"Ughk..." Soft Feather was immediately stunned, speechless. Why didn't she think of that?

Leon studied the bloody vines with interest, but then he suddenly noticed that the bloody vines did not try to ensnare Soft Feather. 

The frigid cold spread to the silver wolf's area before the bloody vines became rigid. 

Crack!