Little Thieving Cat’s Turn

This dotted little scorpion was the one that Zhao Feng had found in the cave.

This youngling scorpion’s bloodline rank wasn’t any weaker than the ancient giant scorpions and it was a varied type whose future was immeasurable.

“Although this scorpion’s strength can’t threaten those at the True Spirit Realm, its inherited all of the ancient scorpion’s poison and maybe even stronger.”

Zhao Feng’s eyes flashed.

Theoretically, the poison of the youngling scorpion is able to kill those at the True Spirit Realm, but under the condition that it was able to slice through the opponent’s skin and draw blood first.

Another advantage of the youngling scorpion was that it was small and easy to be ignored.

Thinking up to here, Zhao Feng sighed in his heart.

Under normal situations, he would definitely raise this youngling scorpion by himself. It had the chance to become his left and right arms and status only below the little thieving cat.