Once the surroundings fell silent again, Wang Wu continued advancing the second Aperture-Opening Demon Core without hesitation.
But this time, the moment he circulated his blood and qi, the Tiger Demon's tail seemed to come alive. Every strand of tiger fur stood on end and shot toward Wang Wu's wrists and ankles like steel needles.
After all, it was a peak third-rank great demon. Its Destined Demonic Weapon was indeed formidable.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Wu's wrists and ankles were pierced with bloody holes. Those tiger hairs even grew on their own to more than ten meters long, binding his limbs and entire body into a dumpling.
Wang Wu sighed in frustration. He stopped struggling and ceased circulating his blood and qi, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
Yet what he never expected was that, while he was bound up like a dumpling, the Tiger Demon's tail took the opportunity to act. The tiger hairs on it seemed to have gained intelligence, using some strange method to break open Wang Wu's Storage Pouch—or rather, Snake Nineteen's Storage Pouch.
Well, well. That Tiger Demon actually dared to steal while standing guard?
Interesting!
Wang Wu sneered inwardly and pretended not to notice.
Very soon, after searching through it, the Tiger Demon's tail truly found nothing of value.
So the Tiger Demon's tail went whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, retracting its fur and returning to its original appearance.
After another short while, the little chick above the cage suddenly began clucking. It promptly laid an egg, which fell inside and hatched directly into a Little Mountain Chicken. The little chicken strode forward briskly, skillfully flipped open Wang Wu's Storage Pouch, stuck its head inside, and rummaged around. Naturally, it found nothing.
"Cluck cluck cluck?"
The Little Mountain Chicken tilted