The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 863 Shocked Again

Dog continued, shifting his tone. "However, the ghosts you just defeated are nothing but disabled, broken spirits. Anyone with a bit of skill could take them down. You've had a nice appetizer, but now it's time for the main course!"

With that, Dog waved his skeleton sword and drew a protective incantation in the air. Immediately, a thick black smoke billowed up, transforming into a massive figure.

It was an evil spirit, fierce and large as an ox, with nine heads atop its neck.

Suddenly, one of the spirit's heads shot out a long tongue directly toward Daniel. The tongue came at him with ferocity, barbed and deadly.

Just as the tongue was about to wrap around Daniel, he swung the stick in his hand and struck it hard.

"Crack!"

The tongue was severed in two, releasing a stream of black smoke.

The spirit howled in agony. "Ah! Ahhh!"

After losing its tongue, another head revealed sharp, white fangs and shot straight out, soaring towards Daniel like a bowling ball.

Seeing the fanged head rushing toward him, Daniel refused to sit back and wait. He quickly lifted his leg and kicked it.

"Thud!"

With a muffled sound, the head was sent flying, crashing against the stone wall, letting out a pained cry.

With that, the head disintegrated into dark smoke and vanished, leaving seven heads remaining on the spirit.

Not wanting to waste any more time with this creature, Daniel quickly drew another protective incantation in the air.

The spell glowed with golden light before launching toward the spirit, sticking onto it like a piece of tape.

Boom!

The protective incantation ignited, bursting into roaring flames.

Then,

Bang!

The spell exploded like a bomb, sending the remaining seven heads flying in all directions, rolling across the ground.

Although this spirit wasn't as powerful as the previous evil spirit, it ranked in the top ten of the lesser spirits Dog had been raising.

Daniel knew that this spirit had

belonged to Dog's father and had been cared for over nearly fifty years now. Aspirit that had survived for fifty years was worth more than a bottle of fifty-year-old vodka!

Seeing one of his prized spirits being so easily scattered left Dog with considerable pain.

"Dog, your spirit isn't anything special! Why don't you let out a couple more spirits? Maybe some that are slightly stronger? After all this one is just too weak! I barely broke a sweat; I just used a simple

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protective spell, and it was.

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shattered! It turned to ash before my eyes!"

Daniel's words made Dog's blood boil.

Glaring at Daniel through gritted teeth, he seethed, "Kid, don't get too cocky! This spirit is the weakest

among the million I keep. I only brought it out as an appetizer for you!"