In the cauldron, the strange beast was shrinking, struggling intensely, but having suffered a great loss in its battle with Shi Hao, it was firmly pressed there.
The cauldron, constructed by lightning elder Mu Yan, drew upon lightning to temper and stew the individual within.
Shi Hao was in pain yet rejoiced, struck by lightning, his whole body emitting green smoke, especially since in the cauldron there was no escape, he could only passively endure the tempering of his own body.
However, the strange beast was like a great tonic; it dimmed, its eyes lifeless, all the essence of dao of lightning absorbed by Shi Hao.
Initially, it was much bigger than Shi Hao, but now the situation had reversed; crying out like a cat, unable to break free, caught by Shi Hao, it turned into strands of lightning, shrinking and steaming into a dense mist.
