"Here it comes!"
Chen Yuan silently remarked to himself, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the swamp mud hole.
Sure enough, in an instant, a flash of light suddenly blazed, hitting the swamp. This light was so fast it was unbelievable, even though Chen Yuan was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but marvel in secret.
Looking closely, the light's form was almost indistinguishable from a dog—it looked a bit like a husky, with a hint of fierceness, but it was not large, less than a meter in size.
Honestly, except for the faint green fur, there was little difference from the huskies in Central Earth, and this one was not fully grown either.
If forced to note some difference beyond the fur, it was its particularly distended belly, as if it had eaten too much.
This green-haired dog was unfamiliar to Chen Yuan, but its spiritual aura felt very similar to that of a Sword Spirit.
To Chen Yuan, this creature was the most precious item within the entire Saint Tomb, even in the nine realms.
