My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 424 - 163: Rich Spoils of War! Outer World Demon Gary Smith (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 424: Chapter 163: Rich Spoils of War! Outer World Demon Gary Smith (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

Even for the deep-sea monsters, facing the rage of the ocean, all they could react with was powerlessness and...

Rage!

Because it observed, through the wriggling eyeballs on its body, that the "Shepherd’s Roar," controlled by Gary Smith had extended a large number of tentacles, taking advantage of the situation to snatch away some scales and blood and flesh.

This dishonourable creature!

The Aberrant Giant Eel, with its remaining sanity, roared in anger. But it was merely a helpless fury before it was swept away by the water current.

Boom!

The huge waves churned, and the boiling Primordial Spiritual power began escaping, increasing the chaos with each collision. It was enough to corrode any fallen being into a mutant.

The fog too at this moment started becoming strange, heavy beyond compare.

A large number of mutants in the nearby area sensed something and started instinctively fleeing, as if the end of times had come for the Primordial Spirit Sea.

Rumble, rumble!

Even if Beastmasters or Alien Life were ten kilometers away from this area, they could still see the Primordial Spirit Sea near them start churning. Their astute senses detected the anomaly, shaking their spirit.

Having lived long and seen much, they were astounded to see the Primordial Spirit Sea actually having tsunamis?

"Is this an ancient entity reviving, preparing to enter the next tributary?"

"Could it be that some prehistoric mutant has awakened?"

"..."

As speculations arose in people’s hearts, although they didn’t know what exactly had occurred, they decided firmly to leave the Primordial Spirit Sea.

Exploration could be done anytime, but if their lives were lost, everything would be lost.

Of course, there were those who were saying, "the bigger the storm, the higher the price of fish," assuming it was the birth of a treasure, and prepared to seek wealth through danger.

But the moment they approached this area, they were shattered by a tidal wave. The spirit energy corroded the ship’s body, in the blink of an eye they sank to the sea floor, either eaten or turned into monsters.

Even outstanding Beastmasters or Alien warriors, in front of the Primordial Spirit Sea, were no different from ordinary plankton.

Silently buried here!

And on the other side, Gary Smith was not having an easy time either.

"So dizzy!"

Although his body was fixed in place by the spider silk, it kept tumbling in the water current, giving the feeling as though he was undergoing astronaut training at maximum power.

Although his physical fitness was sufficient to endure, he couldn’t help but want to vomit.

"Ying..."

Little Spider stood on the spider silk, covering her mouth, her little face flushed red, also feeling unwell.

As for Mousie... she sat in the Soul Cloud, floating in mid-air, her eyes half-closed, an expression of leisure on her face.

What did it matter to her, who could fly, whether the ship was shaking or not?

Could it be? Could there still be people who couldn’t fly?

Mousie’s smugness didn’t last long. She sensed the Cultivator’s gaze and thought, "oh no", realizing she had attracted too much hate.

Although the Cultivator may not necessarily say it out loud, there was always a chance this petty creature would cut off her Potato Chips supply, leading to financial collapse!

The new Mouse Incarnation needs some sweet treats after being exploited!

So, Mousie swiftly conjured the Soul Cloud Wooden Fish. She spoke in a weak voice: freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Cultivator... Spider Sister... Mousie... even if it takes my last breath, I will help you all soothe your spirits..."

As she spoke, the sound of the "dong, dong, dong" resounded from the wooden fish, spreading a soothing soul magnetic field. When it brushed over Gary Smith’s body, he instantly felt relief. It was like drinking a mouthful of cold tea on a hot summer day - instantly refreshing.

"Ying Ying!"

Little Spider was deeply moved and told Mousie not to push herself too hard. The latter, with her head lowered weakly, couldn’t help but let her mouth curl into a smile.

Successfully fooled them!

Spider Sister had not noticed, implying Mousie’s acting skills were getting better and better!

The slogan, "The Era of Spider is over, The Era of Mouse has begun," wasn’t far off now.

But her happiness didn’t last long. She heard Little Spider say that she was planning to give her a big present when they returned and couldn’t help but shudder.

The last gift seemed to be... that pile of Mouse Medicine!

It’s still piled up in the warehouse!

What about this time? Could it be an enhanced version of Mouse Poison?

Or some sort of special family secret weapon? Like Spider Sister wielding a spider silk whip and lashing at her?

God! Mousie would be played to death!

"This clever Hamster, it sure knows what to do at crucial moments!"

Gary Smith, oblivious to the fact that Mousie was again racking up her nervous thoughts, was inspired by her actions. He activated the skill that was initially stabilized on Little Spider - the Etherealization skill. He made some minor adjustments, putting his body into a semi-ethereal state.

In other words, his brain and trunk were ethereal, and his limbs continued to control the Shepherd’s Roar. Assisted by the computational power of the Eye of Truth, this was already enough.

Not only was he unaffected by the severe shaking, but he was also able to reduce exhaustion, allowing Gary Smith to adjust his state quickly.

Then, through the three dragon heads, he started observing the outside. He could see that because of this tsunami, many powerful mutants had been swept out. Many of them at this moment could barely withstand this boiling spirit energy.

"The sea bottom is indeed dangerous..."

A certain "dragon-shaped mutant" that had caused the agitation was silently thinking, feeling glad that he hadn’t awakened an ancient entity.

It looks like there aren’t any in this sea area.

Otherwise, even if they were asleep, they’d be forcefully dragged out.

"It seems like meeting Them wouldn’t be that easy."

Gary Smith drifted in the water current for half an hour, avoiding a few mutants and retrieving a few shards of Primitive Copper in the process.

Although the amount was small, accumulated, it was already about half of what he needed. Just when he was ready to let things happen naturally until the tsunami ended, he once again saw an old acquaintance.