Jiaofeng let out a long breath, making no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.
After traveling nonstop for so long, the dark-red scabs covering his body showed faint signs of splitting open.
His immature features creased slightly, and a hint of enjoyment flashed through his brows.
The tearing pain stimulated him until his entire body trembled faintly with pleasure.
He involuntarily opened his mouth and let out a piercing, drawn-out cry. "Aang!"
Amid that strange cry, the entire forested hill fell silent. Beasts and birds alike were scared out of their wits.
He gazed into the distance beyond the mountain, wanting only to return to the village as quickly as possible.
His agile figure darted through the forest. The outstretched claw merely happened to pluck off the black-clad Captain's head, as casually as picking a fruit from a tree.
Compared with the demon's many thoughts,
Shen Yi gripped the Ceremonial Blade tightly, his eyes as still as an ancient well, all his focus fixed on the savage claw reaching toward him.
The scale-covered claw stabbed forward wildly, carrying a surging aura.
Jiaofeng was unarmed, yet his body alone was enough to look down upon divine weapons.
"..."
Whether it was the yellow dog, the black ape, or even Old Mother Green Scale, all were animals Shen Yi knew well that had cultivated into spirits.
But this beast before him—judging by that faint cry just now, coupled with the strange horn growing from its forehead—
perhaps even without cultivation, its original form was already a creature found only in myths.
Shen Yi's grip on the blade tightened further. Those clear black-and-white eyes should, by all reason, have held some tension, yet as his heart pounded furiously, he instead felt an inexplicable thrill.
The aura throughout his body rapidly poured