Death… It's not that easy.
This is a body crafted entirely from metal—though canine in form, it is indeed made of metal.
Moreover, Tai Yinzi doesn't feel any pain—its agonizing cries are undoubtedly due to the mental shock brought by the kick.
This forces Tai Yinzi to start questioning life—ever since entering the Penglai Treasury, it seems nothing has gone smoothly?
"What's wrong with this old dog?" Gongsun Wuwo lifted the metal dog once more.
He found the expressions on the metal dog surprisingly rich—from initial panic to a current look of complete despair, it was unexpectedly lively.
Gongsun Wuwo casually shook his head, yet the metal old dog seemed utterly lifeless—no matter how dangerous Gongsun Wuwo behaved next, even stomping on the metal dog several times back and forth, the old dog remained silent, seemingly struck dumb.
"Let's stop wasting time on this strange dog." Gong Fanxing shook his head: "There are still several secret areas, better take a look first."
