After racing three hundred li in one breath, Wang Wu suddenly stopped, feeling that this was just right.
Looking back toward where that village had been, he could not help but sigh heavily. Those ordinary mortals had suffered this unprovoked calamity because of him.
He could only hope that nameless man's head would somewhat quell your resentment.
If it was not enough, then Lu Wuchen would be added to it in the future.
Exhaling a breath of foul air, Wang Wu cast aside his thoughts. He gave Snow Wolf General some Spirit Pills, telling it to recover quickly and preferably get some sleep.
As for himself, he seized the time to inscribe Spirit Pills.
This was just as important as inscribing Demon Cores.
However, he currently only possessed four Dao arts: Ice Cone Technique, Ice Shield Art, Fireball Technique, and Fire Shield Art. They were all the most basic—one for attack, one for defense.
So which aspect should he inscribe?
Wang Wu pondered. After a long while, he suddenly raised his right forepaw and exerted a little force. A dense, dazzlingly brilliant golden claw shadow condensed before him.
With a light wave, the golden claw shadow would become like a thirty-meter-long giant sickle, instantly flying a thousand meters and dealing 6,000 points of damage to any target.
But that was only its base damage.
Now that the structures of his innate and acquired systems had stabilized, he could already attach ice and fire spirit energy to it.
He tried it now, starting with Ice Spirit Energy. A layer of white frost abruptly appeared over the golden claw shadow, like a light snowfall at the mouth of a volcano. It did not look harmful at all; it even looked beautiful.
Yet in truth, this contained as many as 100 points of