The blood-colored deity dissipates, and the three-headed ghost lion lies on the ground unable to rise.
"Useless creature."
Li Zheng jumps down from the three-headed ghost lion's back, helplessly shaking his head.
At first, this guy was quite impressive, daring to directly attack me. But now, just feeling the pressure of the deity's image, it's scared into this pathetic state.
"Hmm?"
Thinking about whether to let the three-headed ghost lion go and continue alone, Li Zheng suddenly feels something and turns his head to the left.
During his cultivation, the three-headed ghost lion followed the arrow into a dark space, which Li Zheng deduces to be a cavern-like environment.
Usually, such environments harbor creatures that prefer darkness. Li Zheng hears rustling from the left, initially thinking it's ordinary animals startled by the deity's image, but suddenly senses an unusual fluctuation.
"This fluctuation feels familiar, like I've encountered it somewhere before."
