Purple Light

No one knew what Tang Ling had in his mind at the moment.

Of course, even if he were to say out loud, it would sound like a bad joke. Reading the mind of the vicious beast? What nonsense was that?

Tang Ling's thoughts were always spread out and never lay within the box, which was something he could not control.

For instance, at this very second, he had lost the interest to figure out why his Precise Instinct deviated from its common practice. He also did not want to know how he could read the mind of the vicious beast.

His new interest was focused on the vicious beast's goal. What was it beyond the Hope Barrier that attracted its attention?

This thought strayed again because after he calculated the angle of the vicious beast's gaze, although it was staring straight at the Hope Barrier, it was actually looking 20 meters in front of the Watchtower.

What was there? Tang Ling could not see!