Qin Yi’s phoenix eyes shifted. She thought about all those mutated plants that she had encountered before and tried very hard to find their weak points.
Seeing Wang Santing’s delighted face, Qin Yi suddenly thought of something and exclaimed loudly as she ran towards Wang Santing with her big knife.
Wang Santing sneered, “It’s no use! Your knife won’t be able to hurt me.”
Wang Santing looked at Qin Yi, who was charging towards her, and her vines came up frantically. Wang Santing’s eyes were red, tyrannical and ruthless. The blood in her kept howling non-stop and propelled her forward to tear this young lady apart.
Qin Yi dodged nimbly, and her blade came into contact with the vines, moving swiftly.
Seeing Wang Santing slowly relaxing, Qin Yi began smashing the lightning balls on Wang Santing’s face all of a sudden.
Wang Santing was unprepared and got hit immediately. Then, Qin Yi saw black smoke coming from her face as she let out a blood-curdling screech at the sky. After that, Qin Yi saw a massive flower slowly withering away.
In the end, a withered mandara flower laid on the ground, completely lifeless.
It was as if Wang Santing had vanished from the face of the earth. She simply couldn’t be found.
Qin Yi walked over to look at the mandara flower on the ground, suddenly recalling that this was what happened to Xu Xinxiang as well—she turned into a mandara flower after she died.
Qin Yi sliced open the stamen of the mandara flower, seeing a sparkling and clear beast core inside. This mandara was a mutated plant previously.
“As expected,” Qin Yi muttered.
At this moment, she couldn’t explain what she was feeling. Her life’s misfortunes came from this woman called Wang Santing, and right now, she had died in her hands.
It was as if all of the conflicts she had faced over the years had disappeared and she suddenly felt at ease. Then, she felt earth-shattering energy rushing towards her.
Qin Yi became silent and the abilities in her body were rotating quickly but Qin Yi felt at ease. She felt a peace she had never felt before, like she was in a mother’s body.
Yun Huan sensed the difference in Qin Yi, pursing his lips. His cold peach blossom eyes held a hint of gentleness that belonged only to Qin Yi.
The little fella was going to advance in grade.
A short while later, Qin Yi opened her eyes. Her glistening phoenix eyes appeared to have multi-colored lights flashing through them, like the most beautiful glazed tiles.
She had reached the 8th grade; a grade 8 ability user was considered to be one of the top few elites in the apocalypse.
However, Qin Yi knew that this wasn’t enough. It was far from enough. Her enemy was the strong Dr. Lin, and his ability may not be strong but those monsters that he created were his real weapons.
“Qiqi, congratulations, grade 8 ability user,” Yun Huan went forward and rubbed Qin Yi’s head.
“Not enough, still not enough.”
Qin Yi clenched her fists and pursed her lips, her curled lashes like butterflies fluttering their wings.
There was seriousness and stubbornness on that small face—she was still not a match for Dr. Lin.
Wang Santing and Xu Xinxiang’s appearance made Qin Yi realize that Dr. Lin had already successfully created beastmen. Wang Santing was the true beastman and Qin Yi believed that as time went by, these beastmen would become stronger and stronger.
Hence, she needed more strength.
Yun Huan sighed softly. He didn’t know what sort of grudge the little fella and Dr. Lin had between them, but the little fella wanted to grow, so he would definitely support her.
He didn’t want to restrict her but wanted to let go and let her fly high. He was satisfied just accompanying her and supporting her from behind.
Yun Huan pulled Qin Yi over, his slender fingers rubbing against Qin Yi’s red lips. It was slightly rough, yet it stirred her up slightly.
