With Jia Rong Grass by his side, Du Yu felt a surge of confidence.
As each grass leaf cocoon unraveled, endless bone fragments frantically pieced themselves together.
Du Yu hurriedly sent a mental message: "Easy, try not to make any noise!
There's still an ancient fierce beast on top of the dark clouds—if a bolt of lightning comes down, you really will be obliterated!"
The Lion Bone Scythe got startled and immediately slowed down.
Seeing how obedient it was, Du Yu was quite satisfied and gripped forward with one hand.
The Lion Bone Scythe was truly perceptive.
Guess it had served its masters for too long and knew exactly how to please its owner.
Following Du Yu's gesture, fragments of bone floated into his hand, gathering into the scythe's handle.
But the long handle was too tall, too thick...
It was like Du Yu was holding onto the trunk of a giant tree—he couldn't even get a grip on it!
