The Flying Tiger threw back its head and let out a long roar. Its wings beat without pause, raising tornado after tornado out of thin air. The tornadoes destroyed everything in their path as they swept toward the great sun.
Yet that great sun seemed like the true sun high above the Ninth Heavens. A mundane force like those tornadoes could never shake the sun of the Ninth Heavens.
Countless tornadoes were effortlessly suppressed by the great sun, and the Flying Tiger was beaten until it vomited blood nonstop.
It was a crushing battle with no suspense whatsoever.
When the great sun vanished, the Flying Tiger lay sprawled on the ground, letting out mournful wails. At last, its head smashed heavily into the earth, and the final thread of life within its body dissipated completely.
For ten thousand li in every direction, not a blade of grass remained. All that was left were the scorch marks left behind by the great sun.
Having finished all this, Ye Lin turned and returned to the cloud vessel. Several figures immediately stepped down from it, their hands moving with practiced efficiency. Within a few breaths, the Flying Tiger's corpse had been thoroughly dismembered.
The choicest meat from the Flying Tiger was carried onto the cloud vessel. Then someone took out a large pot and all manner of ingredients and began cooking, while Lin Yunlu squatted beside him and waited quietly.
"Young Master, we will reach the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance in three days."
After glancing at Lin Yunlu, Chen Yang came to Ye Lin's side and said.
Ye Lin nodded and looked toward the distant sky.
The first day passed without incident, the cloud vessel continuing onward. During that time, half of the Flying Tiger's body ended up in Lin Yunlu's stomach.
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