Bab 1187: Dead?

Shit. 

Mo Qiang cursed as she raised the hoe in the air and attacked the dome of concentrated toxic fumes. 

She could feel her heart thumping wildly, but with the situation at hand, she did not have the time to worry about this small thing. 

Xiao Jiao, who was supplementing the extra energy, frowned. She turned and looked at Mo Qiang. There was something wrong; she could sense it, and thus, she said to Mo Qiang, "You need to stop. Leave it to others; I feel like there is a kind of impurity within your body at the moment." 

If Mo Qiang continued to use her spiritual energy when it was tainted by something impure, there was a chance that she might end up injuring herself.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Qiang didn't even turn to look at her. "Do you think that we have the time and the chance to stop? That thing is about to come close. We need to deal with this dome before that beast gets any stronger." 

"But—" 

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!