However, no matter how frantically the Fake Phoenix struggled, Jiang Dali's strong legs clamped tightly onto the slender front half of the Fake Phoenix's body, and his hands held the phoenix's neck as tightly as iron hoops, applying force bit by bit, sticking like stubborn glue that couldn't be shaken off.
"Beast! If you understand what I mean, submit now, or I'll crush you to death soon enough. After all, I've got plenty of birds, losing one fiery bird doesn't matter!"
Jiang Dali sneered, shouting at the Fake Phoenix, his voice thunderous in its ears, while the Qilin patterns on his arms became clearer with the surge of bloodline power.
At the same time, he adjusted the angle of his legs' grip and moved his buttocks further forward.
Ignoring the searing pain from the flames burning his behind, he clamped down tightly on the relatively slender shoulder area of the Fake Phoenix, continuing to exert brute force to lock it down.
