492 A Special Way To Summon God

The grim atmosphere caused by the students' abnormal disappearance suddenly snapped, its direness giving way to the unexpected levity. Even Attie, who had been beyond herself in anxiety, felt her panic temporarily forgotten as she squinted her eyes at Mini Jawflower huffing and puffing in Baiyi's palm, her eyes glinting with building interest.

The Soul Armature Practitioner could only excuse the accident with an awkward "Um, maybe the Alchemist's potion has gone nuts? I mean, you know him. He's not exactly the most dependable guy…?"

Devolving from its menacing "Jawflower X" level, the Jawflower was now about the size of a keychain and looked like a chick that had just been hatched. The little magical beast seemed to be too dumb to understand its current state and was instead happily running around in circles on Baiyi's gauntlet.