Little Rascal’s Innate Ability

“Enough, enough. If you continue devouring, the formation world will be all gone,” Luo Huan scolded before Little Rascal stopped. Turning its head, it walked up swaggeringly to Qin Wentian as a series of excited yips and yaps rang out in Qin Wentian’s mind.

Under the stunned gaze of Qin Wentian, Little Rascal’s eyes flickered with a burning fire. Spreading its wings proudly, it rubbed its head against Qin Wentian.

“Little Rascal, you fused with Purgatory?” Qin Wentian asked in astonishment.

“Yiyi!” The flame in Little Rascal’s eyes faded, transforming back into normal as it unceasingly nodded its head. Qin Wentian could only smile bitterly and shook his head, even now he didn’t know what kind of demonic beast Little Rascal was.