Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two streaks of ice flame tore through the air, transforming into frigid, gleaming arrows that shot straight for the cultivator's face. The other man merely sneered, his palm flicking upward as a bead rose into the air and cast down layers of light screens. Like glass barriers, they sealed him off completely.
Hiss—hiss—
The ice flames slammed into the light screens, erupting into piercing shrieks. Green smoke curled through the air, filling the surroundings with a scorched smell. The cultivator snorted coldly and urged his magical power onward. The barrier suddenly blazed with light, like the blazing sun overhead, forcibly blocking the burning force of the ice flames.
The attack, lacking any staying power, dissipated within a few breaths. The light in the donkey's eyes dimmed, its four legs weakening and its movements slowing as though it had fallen into a swamp. As its body swayed, several attacks followed one after another, crashing viciously into it.
"Wuuu—"
A mournful cry tore through the mountain forest. Its four hooves gave way, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, panting heavily as its chest heaved violently. Its pair of round, bulging eyes glared at the two cultivators baring savage grins, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"Hmph!" Yao Jiao said coldly, looking down from above. "You stupid donkey, how dare you show no respect for our Great King? You've refused to offer your spiritual roots year after year and ignored every summons. Today is your death day! By the Great King's personal order, we'll skin you, dismember you, and stew a pot of donkey-meat soup!"
The donkey trembled all over. Its eyes were webbed with blood vessels, and a low growl rumbled from its throat, but it no longer had the strength to struggle. Only its despairing brays echoed