It was a spirit beast, emanating with golden light, half-crouched on the ground, baring its teeth as it stared at Xu Muhai and his companions.
Perhaps it didn't expect to encounter troublesome people while hunting today.
Just when Xu Muhai made his move, it felt a sense of danger.
If it hadn't been for its speed, it wouldn't have fared well under Xu Muhai's palm strike. It already knew that the pudgy man was not to be provoked.
"This is..." Mu Qingge stepped forward, frowned, and said, "It's the Golden Silk Linlang Beast!"
"Although it's a Golden Silk Linlang Beast, it's not a true spirit beast but a painting soul." Xu Muhai stared at the spirit beast, speaking.
"Painting soul?"
Mu Qingge took a closer look and couldn't help but say, "It really is!"
Only Li Changqing was somewhat bewildered at the side.
What's a Golden Silk Linlang Beast?
It sounds so grand.
Isn't it just a dog?
And a golden retriever at that.
