After Fang Yuan slapped the Chestnut Yak into a pit, it no longer dared to crawl back out.
No matter how desperately Hairy Twelve mobilized his methods, he could not make the Chestnut Yak rise again to fight.
"Neither desolate beasts nor Gu Immortals will do." Fang Yuan shook his head inwardly and took the initiative to cancel the Immortal Dao killer move.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous flying bear turned into a mass of light.
From within the radiance, Fang Yuan's figure slowly descended until he landed on the ground.
"This time, I lost again. Brother Fang is truly formidable!" Hairy Twelve tried for a long while without seeing any results, so he could only cup his fists and concede to Fang Yuan.
His sparring matches with Fang Yuan had already taken place several times.
At first, he had refused to accept defeat after losing, somewhat stubbornly. But after so many times, he had gone numb. Losing was normal; winning would have been abnormal instead.
"Brother Twelve, you still need much more practice with that Immortal Dao killer move. And this Chestnut Yak is both weak and timid. You should replace it with another desolate beast as soon as possible." Fang Yuan casually offered a few pointers.
Hairy Twelve nodded repeatedly and sighed. "Isn't Yellow Treasure Heaven closed? Once it reopens, I'll immediately go there and buy a desolate beast that can fight. This yak has been raised until not a trace of wildness remains. I've wanted to throw it away long ago. But I have to bear the cost of acquiring a desolate beast myself. Those are the rules after the sect's founding. Sigh, my Slave Beast Immortal Gu isn't even mine yet—I still have to pay the sect a fee for it. Enough talking,