Jiang Yanyan's eyes were filled with shock, his skull sunken in from the blows, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his whole brain seemed rattled by a blunt weapon—yet he actually wasn't dead!
Today, he'd truly seen something new. No wonder Brother Wen wouldn't even go near it, and had repeatedly warned him to hit it as hard as he could.
Look, this is what on-site teaching looks like.
The red-gold flames wrapped around the giant turtle, with wisps of white vapor seeping from its body, swirling and burning within the fire.
The giant turtle's cries grew increasingly desperate.
"What's that?"
"Brother Wen, that's its divinity as a Water God."
Wen Yan nodded. Oh, so this is what it means to burn away divinity as punishment.
But after barely two minutes of burning, there was no more wispy vapor, and the giant turtle stopped screaming—this time, it was truly and thoroughly dead.
The flames gradually shrank, and only then did a savory roasted meat aroma begin to waft out.
