The Path of Cultivation Relies on Oneself

"Spare me, Senior, spare my life." Guganluo had not the slightest thought of resisting and could only beg for mercy. Though he was terrified, he still held onto hope. In his view, if they wanted to kill him, they would probably have done so directly long ago. Keeping him alive until now likely meant they intended to spare his life. Perhaps the other party even knew his master, the Bone Ancestor.

The Bone Ancestor was, after all, an existence who had reached the ultimate realm of cultivation, with immense influence and status. This black wild dog before him should still be wary of his master.

"Spare you?"

The black wild dog gripped Guganluo in its claws, tilting its canine head as it looked at him. "Roar~~~~ You idiot, coming to..."