The strange beasts, formed from bloodsteel energy and magnetite gold liquid, blended together in three colors—blood-red, purple, and gold. For a time, the island rang with the cries of eagles, tigers, lions, and apes. None of the eight strange beasts would yield to another, and they seemed poised to compete for supremacy.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly snapped open. He tossed the Fangtian Halberd into the air. The halberd, connected to Lu Xiaotian's mind, radiated a powerful divine sense that spread outward, forming an immense pressure that enveloped all the beasts. Only then did the increasingly unruly beasts begin to settle under the Fangtian Halberd's suppression.
A faint smile finally appeared on Lu Xiaotian's face. With a thought, he sent the eight strange beasts to guard the eight directions. The magnetite force within a hundred-mile radius grew even more concentrated. At that point, drops of magnetite gold liquid shot from Lu Xiaotian's hand. The moment each purple droplet appeared, the beasts in the eight directions gulped it down, swallowing every last drop.
The dispersed magnetite force rippled through the surrounding space, already as thick as liquid.
The process was incomparably long. Lu Xiaotian had no idea how much time passed; by then, he had completely forgotten about time. He rose straight from the ground, and the Fangtian Halberd, suspended in midair, drifted toward him. Lu Xiaotian beckoned and gripped the halberd. It was trembling faintly now, and the Fangtian Halberd, connected to his very blood, seemed able to sense that everything happening before it would have a profound impact on it as well.
"Old friend, once we take this step, a far more magnificent world will unfold before us." Sensing the Fangtian Halberd's excitement, Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly. He held the shaft in his left hand and gently stroked the weapon