509 [Wolf Extinguisher, Who Is Even Crueler to Himself]

"Too far! Too far! Too far!" The golden skeleton spat out three furious roars in a row, the resentment in its voice practically towering to the heavens.

That immense pressure it would never forget for all eternity, that incomparably tremendous impact, and the scorching aura transmitted from afar on top of it—Great Vehicle Buddha did not even need to think to know it came from the monk who had nearly sent it to heaven with just four strikes of his rod not long ago.

As for the bizarre means of transferring attacks and injuries, a certain bastard had, not long ago, cycled through all eighteen kinds of tools right in front of its own face, tormenting it half to death.

The moment it thought of that inexplicable ability linking to itself, if it kept going uncleared, it would most likely have to endure a hit every now and then, firmly taking the blame for someone else.

The key point was, it was at an important juncture. It had already been congenitally malnourished at birth, and after suffering setbacks one after another, its injuries were so severe it could almost no longer move on its own.

In particular, it had spent itself to carry its two subordinates out of danger; that was more than simply adding injury to injury. If not for its formidable foundation, that golden meteor would probably have plummeted and died halfway through its flight.

What it feared was that while it was properly nursing its injuries, another vicious blow would come from afar. At that rate, what year of the monkey and month of the horse would it ever recover, come out of seclusion, and take revenge? Besides, being passive was not its character. Why the hell should it help someone else endure damage that did not