"Ah Yan!"
At this moment, Three Corpses Daoist called out, lifting his palm lightly. Threads of Primordial Spirit, gleaming like flowing light, were pinched between his five fingers, shrieking miserably.
"Master!"
The big black dog turned into a shadow, sitting upright before Three Corpses Daoist, tongue lolling, drool dripping, its whole face radiating excitement and anticipation.
Three Corpses Daoist chuckled, immediately tossing two strands of Primordial Spirit. The big black dog snapped its jaws, and under the moonlight, its sharp teeth shone with a chilling gleam like crossing blades—easily catching the two Primordial Spirits.
Slurp...
The big black dog's tongue rolled, swallowing the two Primordial Spirits whole.
In the next instant, a thunderous rumbling erupted from its belly, like rolling heavenly thunder. Its fur bristled all over, shimmering with an oily sheen, while silvery moonlight cascaded over its body, seeming to seep into its flesh layer by layer.
