The white shadow leapt up with a jump, avoiding the ghost creature by springing off its body.
It was the White Bone Scorpion.
With a "puff" sound,
a pale red fireball fell from the sky, instantly engulfing the ghost creature's corpse in raging flames.
Liu Ming was standing on a grey cloud over thirty zhang* high, holding a small animal-skin bundle, watching everything below with an expressionless face.
He had just launched the fireball and had deliberately controlled most of its power, so when the flames below receded and died out, several crystalline bones remained on the sandy ground.
The White Bone Scorpion moved again, pouncing to grab one of the bones and began gnawing at it with its large mouth.
Only then did Liu Ming slowly descend and open the bundle in his hand, tossing the other bones into it.
At this moment, there were barely more than ten ghost bones in the bundle.
Liu Ming glanced at these ghost bones and couldn't help but sigh softly.