After walking out of the forest, Chu Hao started to feel a bit of a headache coming on. The Wooden Drought Fiend is too big, and its emergence is bound to cause a sensation.
Looking at the Wooden Drought Fiend, Chu Hao asked, "Can you shrink down at all?"
The intelligence of the Wooden Drought Fiend was not as high as that of the Golden Drought Evil Spirit, but it could understand basic speech. It shook its massive head.
The Golden Drought Evil Spirit had already reverted to a human-like appearance. Old Dog Zhang was dark-skinned and lean. He said, "It can disguise itself as deadwood."
The Wooden Drought Fiend nodded, stood up straight, and merged its arms and legs together, taking root in the soil. At first glance, it appeared to be nothing more than a tree struck by lightning.
That disguise is unbeatable.
Chu Hao felt it was not bad and said, "Zi Jing, could you use your Treasure Gourd to pack it up and bring it back with us?"
