Sure enough, when half of Commander Xiong's witch-body essence had been refined, Xu Yi's Witch Spirit, which had originally appeared as a hazy, clear aura, turned pure gold. A tribulation bolt as thick as a barrel suddenly descended from the sky, punching straight through the cave abode and ceaselessly tempering him from head to toe. A foul stench once again poured from his body.
Xu Yi had already cultivated into a Crimson Flame Thunder Monkey, so he was naturally unafraid of the power of thunder. Though the thunder was violent, his witch body could handle it with ease. But as he continued refining, Xu Yi realized something was wrong. The thunder showed no sign of ending; it had been roaring for nearly two hours.
Even though he could withstand it, such a prolonged barrage was wearing him down. Just then, Huang Mei slapped his forehead and cried, "I forgot, I forgot! We didn't prepare an Ancestor Witch Root. The Witch Spirit can't take shape, and now we're in trouble. If the Witch Spirit can't solidify, I'm afraid the thunder won't stop."
Xu Yi nearly lost his wits in rage, following in Kuang Wenyuan's footsteps. "You're getting back at me! This is revenge, you bastard! Old Desolate, believe me, I'll die right here and take you with me..."
He was truly furious. After hunting geese all his life, this time a wild goose had pecked his eyes blind.
Huang Mei sneered. "I'm not dead, so it's inevitable I'll forget this or that. What's so strange about it? Enough, just hang in there. I'm going to sleep."
With that, Huang Mei really did fall asleep. Once he did, Xu Yi actually calmed down. He knew Huang Mei well; that fellow feared death more than anyone.
There was no reason for him to