Bang! Bang!
Deafening cracks of Yang-attributed lightning shattered the icy sky inside the mental domain, striking the devil spirit continuously and wringing from his throat a raw, agonizing scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered.
A short distance away, Kai Syaoran remained seated serenely on a non-existent cultivation mat materialized from pure thought. His eyes were closed, his posture perfectly poised, and his breathing rhythmically slow. He was entirely immersed in his deep meditative state. Having already secured a firm foothold at the peak of the Origin Realm, his immediate objective was to force a breakthrough into the Xiantian Realm with absolute speed. The territorial lizardmen were far from reasonable entities; even without concrete physical evidence linking him to the deaths of their patrol squads, Kai Syaoran's sharpened instincts warned him that an all-out war was rapidly approaching the horizon.
