Chapter 1037: Assisting the Tyrant, Deserves to Die!_1

"Shibao!"

Lin Qingluo glanced at the huge pit about 100 meters deep, concentrated for a few seconds, rose into the air on her sword, and summoned the little stele spirit.

"I'm here."

Shibao's chubby white body appeared before everyone as the Blessed Land flew out of the Golden Core.

"Shibao, please."

Lin Qingluo pointed to the deep pit below.

"Okay."

Shibao circled around the pit, and with his chubby fingers made a closing gesture.

The huge pit visibly closed at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shibao is mighty!"

"Shibao is awesome."

"Shibao is the best!"

Wang Meng, Shitou, Feng Yi, and the three senior brothers' eyes brightened, looking up and barking praises for the little stele spirit without reservation.

"Hehe."

Shibao sat on his master's shoulder, swinging his short legs happily.

"The state preceptor is dead, and now, it's the Beiqi Monarch."