However, the immortals bowed and earnestly advised.
"Your Majesty, activating the Thunder Talisman is now an excellent plan. Using minimal casualties to avoid greater damage is the best strategy. We must not hesitate!"
Jing Jia’s beautiful eyes deepened.
In her sleeve, she pinched her fingers and calculated lightly.
Fortunately, Bai Xilie and Zhi’er are currently safe and sound.
For now, it seems there is no problem.
But she doesn’t know which poor mortal will be used by the Demon.
Jing Jia sighed heavily.
She slightly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was as fierce as lightning!
Jing Jia spread her sleeves and gestured with her hand.
Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and the clouds scattered, stars shifted!
A strand of golden light erged from her mouth.
The tiny ray of light seed like a sharp blade cleaving the sky, plumting straight towards the Human World!
The Thunder Talisman activated, subduing demons and vanquishing evil!
And at this mont in the mortal world, black clouds pressed the city, and a fierce wind blew, making the already dark night so pitch black that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of them in the forest!
Zhi’er nestled in Feng Fuce’s arms, her small hands hugging his neck.
The little one looked up, watching the sky, as the lightning appeared blue-violet, darting like a jiao in the clouds.
Zhi’er puffed her cheeks, muttering in her heart.
Is Grandpa Lei beating the drum again?
Judging by the direction the lightning will co from, it seems to be heading here.
Zhi’er looked ahead at the black smoke still desperately fleeing.
She guessed that the Heavenly Thunder was likely coming to catch it.
Feng Fuce grew tired of the chase, and with a wave of his dark sleeve, an invisible Ling Whip lashed out towards the Demon ahead!
The Demon sensed the fierce killing intent, but it was too late to avoid it.
It was struck and suddenly fell to the ground.
Monts before it was a mass of black smoke, but now, with this powerful blow, it was directly forced into its original form!
A weasel half as tall as a person was rolling in pain on the ground, bleeding from lashes, with its skin torn open.
As it struggled, Feng Fuce had already approached it, looking down with a cold gaze.
The weasel gritted its teeth, blood foaming at its mouth, and looked up at Feng Fuce.
"Who exactly... are you?"
It considered its mana not weak. Before being locked in the Demon-locking Tower, it had also caused the loss of many Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
Yet this seemingly ordinary young man, with just a flick of his fingertips, managed to take it down.
Feng Fuce looked at it coldly, answering lazily, "It doesn’t matter for you to know who I am."
Either way, it was destined to die.
The weasel was about to make one last struggle when suddenly its fur erupted in flas, its eyes burning with a fiery red, like a raging blaze.
Just as it intended to turn everything around it into a sea of fire.
Feng Fuce raised his boot again, stomping heavily on its body.
This simple action completely extinguished the intense flas that had just erupted, turning them into wisps of gray smoke.
Zhi’er’s eyes widened in surprise.
Even the weasel itself was incredulous, mouth agape and stunned.
The fla inside its body was a spark stolen from the alchemy furnace of Lord Lao Zi!
Once the fire ignited, it was not supposed to be easily extinguished.
This young man, with just a stomp, extinguished its fire?
Feng Fuce slightly furrowed his brows, his tone cold, "With such little skill, you claim a cultivation of nearly a thousand years? Useless, better off dead."
Suddenly!
At this mont, countless lightning bolts roared in the sky, crackling and exploding with thunderous sound!
Zhi’er trembled in fright, quickly hugging Feng Fuce’s neck tightly.
She hurriedly raised her small face to look at the sky.
Why is Grandpa Lei beating the thunder drums so loudly this ti!
Did he quarrel with Grandma Dianmu?
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