The misty figures in the sky froze.
Their swirling, half-formed faces twisted in sheer disbelief.
The skeletal fox—their so-called "blessed one"—was supposed to be invincible to an impure beast of the lower realm. And yet, this very moment…
It lay in the dirt.
Defeated.
Twitching from the brutal beating it received.
"Impossible…"
"We granted it heaven's essence! It should be unparalleled in this realm!"
"And yet… beaten… by this lowly filth?"
Wei Long smirked.
His clawed foot pressed lazily onto the fox's head, pinning it to the ground.
He applied just enough pressure to make it struggle uselessly beneath him, its demonic energy flickering like a dying ember.
"Come on, old ones." Wei Long's voice dripped with amusement.
"You gave it all that power, and it still couldn't put up a fight?"
The misty figures trembled in rage.
The swirling smoke darkened, their forms growing more unstable.
"You impure filth! How dare you mock us?!"
Wei Long grinned wider.
