World in the Pot.
Beside Song Lin stood a purple-gold skeleton, almost as tall as himself. From the deep sockets of its eyes, violet-red flames burned fiercely, now dozens of times larger than the palm-sized flames seen last time.
Its strength had clearly increased significantly.
"It actually has this kind of ability?"
Song Lin exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't expected this thing to absorb others' blood and Qi to regenerate itself. If it continued absorbing and restoring endlessly, wouldn't it eventually recover to Chiyou's peak state?
After all, Chiyou was, in the end, a Harmonization-level cultivator.
Coupled with his formidable physique, he was practically a one-man weapon of mass destruction, capable of massacring countless demons effortlessly.
In the future, he would surely become a stand-alone general.
"I need to find an opportunity to send him to a battlefield to absorb some demon blood and Qi."
