There were a full twenty or thirty cooks, each weighing hundreds of pounds.
Every one of them was the equivalent of the Great Tomb General without his second-stage transformation.
Smoke poured from their seven orifices as they charged with low growls.
Over a thousand Yang Spirits immediately took down their Gourds and aimed them at the cooks.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Streams of sunlight flew out like ribbons, winding around the cooks.
More than a dozen cultivators in their physical bodies chanted Dao Language and formed hand seals, unleashing spells within a breath:
Fishing nets, ropes, and clouds of smoke whistled toward the cooks, either binding or enveloping them.
Another cultivator tossed out a straw rope and sprayed Dharma Power onto it.
The next second, the straw rope turned into a glossy green serpent that opened its mouth and swallowed a cook.
The serpent kept opening its mouth to swallow streams of sunlight.
The cook struggled inside the serpent's belly. With a crack, it actually tore through the serpent's belly, trying to crawl out.
Within a breath, more than ten bolts of Thunderfire struck it, forcibly blasting the cook back inside.
Some cultivators unleashed spells; another threw out a magical artifact resembling a golden toad.
The spells combined with the artifact, turning it into an even larger golden toad. The toad hopped about, swallowing both the serpent and the cook in one gulp.
Croak! Croak!
The golden toad crouched on the ground and cried toward the sky!
The Yang Spirit cultivators released multicolored flames to burn the golden toad; sunlight also burrowed into its belly, burning the evil creature.
The rumbling of the evil creature's struggles came from inside the golden toad's belly.
The other cultivators also brought their methods to bear.
Though all these methods looked formidable, the refined sunlight