After the two seventh-tier corpse wolves had wolfed down most of the monster bats' corpses, blood still hung from their mouths. Their oily green eyes fixed on Lu Xiaotian once more, and they lowered their bodies slightly, pressing down the weeds as they approached him in an attacking stance.
What kind of place is this? Lu Xiaotian's attention was not on the two seventh-tier corpse wolves at all. He slapped a hand against the Spirit Beast Bag and released the restless Little Fire Crow. It had been with him for quite some time, yet its body was still just like that of a fledgling. Lu Xiaotian was speechless at its growth rate.
The moment Little Fire Crow flew out, it immediately took fright and circled behind Lu Xiaotian, cawing noisily several times as it blamed him for putting it in danger.
Lu Xiaotian rolled his eyes. The little fellow had eaten and lived for free with him for so many years. If it had not rendered meritorious service several times at critical moments, he would have plucked it bare and roasted it over a fire long ago. Then again, that did not seem right either—the little fellow was completely unafraid of fire.
Lu Xiaotian laughed despite himself. He had never placed his hopes of driving off the enemy on Little Fire Crow. A flash of white light passed, and Di Kun flapped out from within, charging toward the two corpse wolves with blazing ferocity that soared to the heavens.
The two corpse wolves sensed Di Kun's aura. Fear appeared in their oily green eyes, and they initially shrank back in fright. But when Di Kun charged at them, they bared their teeth viciously. Di Kun's body was exceptionally strong and rugged, far more imposing than the corpse wolves. With a