Lin Qi cast a subtle glance at Cerberus's lower body, then nodded thoughtfully. "There's a custom on the Eastern Continent. They like to steep certain specific body parts of certain animals in wine. They say that medicinal wine is highly nourishing for elderly men! Hmm, the parts of a Hell three-headed hound must be potent enough. Added to that miraculous ability to regenerate endlessly, it should earn me a fortune, shouldn't it?"
Cerberus's three dog faces twisted into a knot. He stared at Lin Qi in terror and despair, and only after a long, long while did he burst into tears and slam his head into the ground. "Great Hell above, what a terrifying being! He is more evil than any Nether Emperor in history, more shameless than any Nether Emperor! He actually wants to steep my lower half in wine? Is this something a human could do?"
With a cold snort from Lin Qi, Cerberus obediently shook himself. His body, originally hundreds of meters long, swiftly shrank to the size of an ordinary wolfhound. His three heads and the vicious, venomous serpent-like fur over his body vanished without a trace. He became a docile black hound, sidling up before Lin Qi and wagging his tail frantically.
Lin Qi sensed Hell's current condition again, then slowly shook his head. Apart from the Nether God Hall, the Burial Ground, and the Curse Spirit Ancient Mausoleum, all Hell could currently offer him was Cerberus, this fellow who had suffered grievous wounds in the ancient divine war.
Agerlanteer and the other Demonic Beasts had nearly been drained dry during the long war of sealing. If they wished to recover their full strength, they would inevitably need a long period of rest and recuperation. Lin Qi looked forward to the day they recovered their