Upon realizing he was being toyed with, the pig-headed man instead of getting angry, his previously reddened gaze returned to clarity. He started moving around Li Zhiyuan, waving his hands constantly.
One of his gloves had been blown off earlier by a crossbow arrow, revealing a reddish pig hoof that seemed somewhat comical as it waved.
Quickly, within the white fog, came the sound of beastly cries.
"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"
"Moo~ Moo~ Moo~"
Li Zhiyuan's gaze tightened, activating his spirit-walking.
On the left, a red ape was beating its chest.
On the right, a greenish ox was pawing at its hooves.
Both the ape and the ox had a black mark on their heads, evidently controlled.
Soon, the ape and the ox charged at the boy simultaneously.
The boy spread open his left hand, and an aura inherited from ancient Fengdu rippled out.
Four ghosts lifted the sedan chair.
