Under Wang Wu's oddly expressioned gaze, Niu Aihua performed three consecutive rolls and truly smeared cow dung all over himself.
That alone would have been one thing, but dense green vines sprouted from the cow dung again. In less than half a minute, they wrapped his entire body in a thick layer, making him look like an old ox clad in vine armor.
What was more, no one knew what Niu Aihua did, but vines also grew all over Zhu Wuhua's body as he soaked in the cow dung, wrapping him directly into a little rice dumpling. Then, with a stretch of his neck, Niu Aihua carried the still-unconscious Zhu Wuhua onto his back.
"See, Third Brother? I told you there'd be no problem. Let's set off quickly—I can't wait to become a Rank Eight Plant Demon Soldier."
Niu Aihua was still hopping about excitedly, even beating out a rhythmic tempo as if performing a tap dance.
Wang Wu was genuinely stunned. Yes, the process had been filthy, but the results truly lived up to Old Ox's title as the Ancient Blood Cow Dung Little Prince.
"Uh, Old Ox, don't you need to go up there and eat some grass first?"
Wang Wu offered a kind reminder. Before challenging a BOSS, one had to top off one's condition—this was basic player etiquette before entering a dungeon.
"No need, Third Brother. You underestimate me. As I am now, I'll be fine even if I don't eat for a month!"
"Fine. Then let's go."
Wang Wu nodded and silently converted 100 points of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into 99 points of Ice Spirit Energy. The wave that had frozen those threadlike tentacles and countless insects to death earlier had relied on Ice Spirit Energy. But wherever there was use, there was