Two months later, Lu Xiaotian sat on the broad shoulders of the earthen puppet as it strode forward at a rapid pace. Yet Lu Xiaotian, seated atop its shoulders, remained remarkably steady.
"Awoo!" Several corpse wolves closed in from all sides, their emerald eyes fixed on Lu Xiaotian as their green pupils gleamed ever brighter. Two sixth-rank corpse wolves were already itching to make a move. One attacked from the front and the other from behind, while the weaker corpse wolves had also taken up advantageous positions. Wolves excelled at fighting in packs, and their coordination allowed their strength to be brought into full play.
Lu Xiaotian showed not the slightest panic at the corpse wolves lunging at him. He did not even move the puppet. A silver-gray shadow pounced down from the air like a tiger, landing directly on the foremost sixth-rank corpse wolf. It pinned the wolf to the ground and smashed down with one claw, reducing the sixth-rank corpse wolf's head to pulp. This silver-gray shadow was naturally Di Kun, the flying silver corpse Lu Xiaotian had newly subdued. Over the past two months, Di Kun had absorbed all the Baleful Intent Fire Essence. Not only had its injuries fully healed, but its strength had also surpassed what it had been before by a slight margin.
Only now did Lu Xiaotian realize just how fortunate he had been to subdue Di Kun. Or rather, how much he owed it to the fire crow hatchling. Otherwise, he would not have been a match for Di Kun and could not have withstood the icy-blue flames. Unfortunately, it seemed that the fire crow hatchling had absorbed all those icy-blue flames, or something of the sort. Di Kun could no longer unleash that terrifying fire, which was rather regrettable. Still, even