Refining spirit bones was exceedingly easy, but controlling them in battle was another matter.
Even the weakest spirit bones required at least one complete sacred qi cluster to be infused into them. After that, every command consumed a thread of sacred qi, and every attack the spirit bones made used sacred qi as well.
With only their skeletons remaining, spirit bones had lost some of their power. Yet, tempered by the sacred qi of Burial Saint Valley, their bones were exceptionally hard. It generally took someone two or three realms higher to destroy them completely.
Fang Yun swept his divine sense over the bull demon spirit bones and knew they could withstand an ordinary strike from an Emperor Realm expert. With sacred qi protecting them, they could hold out against one for over ten breaths.
Complete spirit bones could retain some of their power from life, but these incomplete spirit bones could only rely on sacred qi and their body to fight at close quarters. They could not even use the weakest demonic spell.
Nevertheless, Fang Yun was very satisfied.
Noticing Fang Yun's attitude, Shanzhong Yang asked curiously, "Overall, these damaged spirit bones are probably only slightly stronger than a Second Realm Great Demon King. Apart from being difficult to kill, they aren't very useful. Why are you so pleased?"
Fang Yun said nothing. Behind him, the War Poem Generals began moving, tying the sacks together in pairs and draping them over the bull demon spirit bones' back.
The mountain saint spirits present said nothing, as though they had truly become stone statues.
"In all my years in Burial Saint Valley, this is the first time I've heard of using spirit bones as a pack animal. You truly are a great talent! These spirit bones can fly and carry plenty,