Li Yan said impatiently to the Snow Mosquito, "Are you going to accept me as your master obediently, or do you insist on suffering first?"
At his words, the Snow Mosquito's ferocity erupted. It stopped speaking human language, and cold air surged ceaselessly from its body. In an instant, it froze Li Yan's entire hand into a sizable lump of ice.
Li Yan shook his head helplessly. Taming any Demon Beast really did take some effort... A blaze of crimson flame rose from his hand, immediately melting the ice away.
A short while later, the Snow Mosquito hung suspended in midair, bound by strands of runic patterns. Its eyes remained fierce despite its terror, and shrill screeches poured from its mouth, while Li Yan silently recited the incantation he had obtained from Spirit Insect Peak.
Then he flicked a finger, sending a drop of his blood essence toward the Snow Mosquito. The moment his blood essence touched it, it was as though it had struck a fiercely burning piece of iron. Clouds of mist immediately rose from its body.
The Snow Mosquito felt as though its soul was about to burn to dry ash. Its fierce screeches instantly turned into anguished cries.
Li Yan paid no attention to its suffering. His incantation quickened, and his hands sent out streak after streak of spiritual light in concert with it. By the end, the Snow Mosquito's once-clear eyes had become vacant. Aside from its constantly trembling body, it could no longer make a sound.
Naturally, this method of refining Demon Beasts was not one of Spirit Insect Peak's core techniques. It was merely an ordinary refinement method.
It was an extremely domineering blood-soul searing art, crude and brutal in its execution. The slightest carelessness could utterly destroy the subject's soul, but it