92: Chapter 92 The Bones of a Third-Order Great Demon

Wu Li did not hesitate. Without giving him a chance to react, he spread his wings and flew in front of Tiger Biao. With a wave of his wings, the Blood Eye Shadow appeared on his forehead again.

"Hmm~"

"Blood mark enters the soul, obey my commands; those who violate it will have their blood collapse, those who defy it will have their souls vanish!"

A blood-colored curse mark shot out from the Blood Pupil, fast as lightning, burying itself into Tiger Biao's chest and taking root at his heart. It was painless and itchless.

A trace of confusion flashed in Tiger Biao's tiger eyes, but because his brain hadn't fully loaded yet, he just shuddered and then returned to normal, not even looking down to take a look.

It did not know what that curse mark meant.

But Wu Li knew that as long as Tiger Biao dared to turn against him, he could detonate the curse mark at any time and blow its heart into pieces.

Wu Li withdrew the Blood Pupil and landed on the stone again. His blood-red pupils stared at Tiger Biao, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Wu Li flapped his wings. Tiger Biao followed him, standing up, its four limbs close to the ground, its massive body coming to stand behind Wu Li.

Wu Li spread his wings and flew into mid-air. Just as he was about to fly out of the valley, Tiger Biao behind him stopped and let out a low roar.

"Roar~"

The sound was not loud, like a whimper squeezed from the depths of its throat, carrying a trace of urgency and reluctance.

Wu Li looked back, a trace of confusion flashing in his blood-red pupils.

Tiger Biao turned its head and looked toward the depths of the valley.

"Do you still have things to take with you?" Wu Li asked.

Tiger Biao nodded, took a step, and walked toward the depths of the valley.

Wu Li spread his wings and followed, feeling curious in his heart. This Tiger Biao had previously been in Chaos and without intelligence; what could be the thing that it remembered?

The deeper they went into the valley, the narrower it became. The stone walls on both sides towered high, blocking the moonlight, and there was more and more gravel underfoot.

Finally, Tiger Biao stopped in front of a huge stone wall. There was a narrow crack on the stone wall, and not far away was the place where the tiger blood vermilion fruit had grown before.

The crack was very small. Beasts with slightly larger builds could not pass through, let alone Tiger Biao.

It squatted in front of the crack, looked back at Wu Li, its eyes full of pleading.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils contracted slightly. He spread his wings, and his figure quickly changed and shrank amidst Demon Power light.

His slender body flew sideways into the crack. The crack became wider as he went inside. After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the view before him suddenly opened up.

This was a hidden cave, not large, about three zhang square. The ground was pitted and uneven, with scattered gravel. The air was filled with a decaying aura, as if it had been sealed in dust for unknown years.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils swept across the cave and then fixed on the corner.

There... a massive skeleton was curled up on the ground. The bones were thick and sturdy, the limbs long, the skull huge, and the fangs turned outward. It was the skeleton of a tiger demon, dead for who knows how many years. The bones had already weathered and turned yellow; some were already shattered and scattered all over the ground.

The skeleton was in a curled-up state, as if protecting something before death.

Wu Li's gaze passed over the tiger demon's skeleton and saw that behind it, there was another skeleton, a skeleton of the Human Race, wearing tattered magic robes, sitting cross-legged with hands resting on its knees and its head hanging low.

His bones were much smaller than the tiger demon's, but they were covered with fine cracks, as if shattered by something.

Wu Li's pupils contracted slightly, and a picture quickly sketched out in his mind.

A Human Race Cultivator had broken in here, fought a great battle with the tiger demon, both suffered grievous injuries, and both died here. The entrance to the cave had been sealed by someone using magic, though it was unknown whether it was sealed by the tiger demon or the Cultivator.

"A bit interesting."

Wu Li spread his wings and flew to the front of the tiger demon's skeleton, his blood-red pupils carefully examining that skeleton.

Although the bones were weathered, one could faintly still see the magnificence from when it was alive, a size larger than that Tiger Biao outside.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils flickered slightly. Was that Tiger Biao outside a descendant of this tiger demon?

Without thinking too much, Wu Li took out a piece of cloth from his Storage Pouch and collected several bone spurs and shattered tiger skin fragments of the tiger demon.

These things, even if dead for who knows how many years, the power contained in these bones and skin was still much stronger than that of ordinary tiger demons.

Then he flew to the front of the Human Race Cultivator's skeleton. The Human Race Cultivator's skeleton did not have a Storage Pouch, but was using a more Advanced Storage Ring.

It was just that this Storage Ring must have been damaged in the battle; it was covered in cracks and had lost its spiritual charm. Besides that, deeper in the cave, there were several low plants rooted in the crevices of the stone wall. Their leaves were emerald green and dripping with vitality, emitting a faint fluorescence under the dim light of a night-luminescent pearl.

Wu Li's pupils contracted slightly, and he spread his wings and flew over. But before he could examine those Spirit Medicine closely, his gaze was attracted by something in the center of the stone platform.

It was a palm-sized stone box. The surface of the box was covered with fine cracks, as if it had been shaken by something.

The box had no lid, or rather, the lid had already shattered and was scattered around the stone platform.

In the center of the box, a gray-black pill lay quietly, about the size of a thumb, its surface rough and uneven, looking nothing special.

The moment Wu Li stretched out his claw and picked up the pill, his pupils shrank slightly. He could feel that there was a trace of residual Demon Power here.

"This is... a Demon Core!"

Wu Li looked around, but in the end, he shook his head. Too much time had passed; the power inside this Demon Core had almost all dissipated.

Seeing this, Wu Li roughly understood something. This Demon Core should be that tiger demon's Demon Core, and this tiger demon must have reached the level of a Third-Order Great Demon when it was alive. It was just a pity that it was discovered a bit too late.

"I really didn't expect this..." Wu Li still put the Demon Core into his Stomach Storage, and then checked the few Spirit Medicine. These Spirit Medicine were likely sprouted after the tiger demon died and its flesh and blood seeped into the soil.

At this moment, he collected them all.

As for the Human Race Cultivator's corpse... Wu Li looked around, but really couldn't find any value in it. The Physical Body's spiritual essence had dissipated, the Storage Ring was broken, and besides tattered robes, there was nothing around that could catch Wu Li's eye.

"That's about it."

After confirming there was nothing else, Wu Li finally spread his wings and turned to squeeze out of the crack.

Tiger Biao was still squatting outside, and seeing him come out, a trace of urgency flashed in its eyes.

"Roar..."

Wu Li landed in front of it, took out those few bone spurs and tiger skin fragments from his Storage Pouch, and placed them in front of it.

Tiger Biao lowered its head and sniffed those things. A trace of sadness flashed in its round pupils, and a low whimper came from its throat. It stuck out its tongue and licked those bone spurs, then raised its head to look at Wu Li, its eyes full of gratitude.

Of course... Wu Li did not give all the tiger bones to this Tiger Biao; he still kept some... The skeleton of a Third-Order Great Demon had no small use.

"Let's go."

Wu Li put those things away, spread his wings, and flew out of the valley.