Hearing this, Wang Wu was completely reassured instead.
It seemed Kong Zhen, Ya Bufan, and Yan Feichen truly were not trying to harm him.
And this really was an excellent place to temper a Destined Demonic Weapon.
After some thought, he took out the small cauldron, drank three more mouthfuls of spirit liquid, then removed every block of mystic iron from his Storage Pouch. He arranged them into a small house, leaving only one entrance.
"Eh? What a clever little Bear Cub! Hahaha, this really is a way. My great-grandson would never have thought of it—too stupid!"
The Peacock Emperor's demonic soul cackled nearby, full of admiration.
But Wang Wu did not see it that way. The reason the Left Demon Emperor had not done this was probably because he did not have enough mystic iron blocks.
"Senior, I am ready. Would you like to avoid this for a moment?" Wang Wu called out loudly.
"No need, no need. I am only a demonic soul. What could I possibly fear? Spirit Gold Qi may be terrifying, but it cannot harm a demonic soul. You should be careful yourself."
Having received that answer, Wang Wu wasted no more time. His blood qi surged as he poured it into his right forepaw. Then he lightly scraped the ground with it. Yes, just that one scrape—and every hair on his body stood on end. An overwhelmingly dangerous feeling rose within him, even more terrifying than facing the Crane Tribe's winged throwing blades!
Without a word, Wang Wu immediately retreated into the mystic iron hut.
And almost at the same instant, ghostly wails and wolfish howls rang out through the enormous cavern.
The dim cavern abruptly became blindingly bright. Streaks of golden mist, like the morning sun, emerged and spread in every direction. They