The owner of the black claws turned out to be a giant black rat walking upright.
It was eight feet tall, with short, stout limbs, sharp black claws gleaming with a metallic luster, bulging chest muscles, and eyes blood red, ready to devour.
"You... ugh!" Zhang Zhiqiang sighed hopelessly and fell, coughing up blood.
Another member of the Corpse-Driving Sect had perished!
"Spirit Pet, Earth Escape?" Du Xing's expression was rather grim.
He wasn't unaware of the sect's information about the earth-escaping spirit pet but assumed its realm was in the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, completely dismissing it.
Of course, even if Du Xing had been cautious of underground threats, there was nothing he could do against such a well-prepared ambush.
"Hehe, to prevent you from noticing, I had the spirit pet dig a tunnel ten feet deep and buried the magical artifact there.
