However, the crane belonging to Crane-Sound Loose Person was actually a Tenth Tier spirit bird. Once it spread its wings, it was hardly any slower than his Bat King's Dharma Wings. Lu Xiaotian's heart gave an involuntary leap. As expected of the spirit-bird race, they possessed a considerable innate advantage in speed.
The spirit crane came tearing through the air, the vermilion light of its pill crown flickering. An immensely powerful surge of fire spiritual energy seemed ready to rush into his face. The Little Fire Crow in the Spirit Beast Bag grew restless again, leaving Lu Xiaotian utterly speechless.
Crane-Sound Loose Person's spirit crane was already an overwhelmingly powerful aid. His own Little Fire Crow had been raised for over a century, and the number of Spirit Beast Pills it had swallowed was beyond counting. The longer he raised it, the pickier its palate became—it refused to eat anything below Ninth Grade Spirit Beast Pills.
A few years ago, it had even developed the bad habit of eating Fire Spirit Stones raw. Usually, it was interested only in high-grade Fire Spirit Stones. It might occasionally eat a few mid-grade ones when it was desperately hungry, but as for low-grade Fire Spirit Stones, it could not even be bothered to lift its eyelids.
If it had been any other spirit beast whose aptitude was not too poor, feeding it Spirit Beast Pills for such a long time would have piled it up to the level of an Eighth or Ninth Tier demonic beast at the very least. Yet apart from its appetite and temper growing dramatically, nothing else about this Little Fire Crow had improved. Once its appetite grew, it could not eat its fill, and its temper naturally grew just as fierce.
Other people raised spirit beasts and gained