บท 137: A Deep Feeling of Master and Disciple

Within the boundless darkness, the few burning bright jades were the only few light source. Under these lights, the dark skinned Black Poison Corpse General bewilderingly withdrew its bone whip and glared like a tiger watching its preys—the man and the dog.

The deadlock lasted for less than a moment, because with an angry bark, the stupid dog sprinted forward to attack.

Just now, in a moment of distraction, it was nearly cleaved in two by the bone whip, but was promptly thwarted by Wang Lu’s Innate Non-Phase Sword Qi… The exchange happened too fast that the stupid dog didn’t even have the time to think about it. It only knew that, at this time, the enemy was at the front, while its master was guarding at the back with his sword. Therefore, it would do the only thing that it could do.

Bite it to death.