The Three-Headed Hellhound raised its heads and barked at a corner, sustained by the energy Miao Mu fed into it.
The Hellhound was almost like the real thing. It could breathe fire, bite people, and even cast a few simple demonic spells.
But once it left Miao Mu's supply of magical energy, the Hellhound would instantly revert to a soul state, because it was already dead.
This made Miao Mu very curious, so he carefully examined the 479 true demon names in his possession.
They were all dead soul bodies bound within magical patterns, their original consciousnesses completely erased.
Who knew what those demons had gone through.
Still, Miao Mu was quite satisfied with this Three-Headed Hellhound, because it did not shed fur or eat.
All it needed was a portion of magical energy, and Miao Mu's energy reserves were measured in the tens of billions.
This little expenditure did not even count as the tip of a hair from nine oxen.
"Did you find something?"
Miao Mu walked over and took a look. On the ground was a pried-open manhole cover leading straight into the sewers.
This was far too familiar to him.
"Go!" Miao Mu lengthened the energy chain and had the Three-Headed Hellhound squeeze inside. Its three enormous heads bared their fangs.
The manhole was packed full, yet it still forced its way in. It was a completely blank soul body with barely any self-awareness.
That made it especially easy to control.
Inside the sewers.
Batman rested a high-powered flashlight on his shoulder and watched Rorschach lead the way ahead, putting away his old-fashioned flashlight with its dead batteries.
"Why do we have to crawl through the sewers?"
Doctor Strange did not look pleased. The condition of the sewers here was simply awful, and he did not