The Bixie, its entire body glowing red like molten iron, loomed large with red light illuminating the rain. Its massive tiger head sported dragon horns, casting a crimson halo. 0

It was attempting to use its divine powers. Normally, from its horns, supernatural energy would pour out, creating sacred ripples that could easily crush its foes. But now, the expected red ripples didn’t materialize. The power it once wielded seemed to have failed.0

Perplexed, the Bixie tried a different approach, opening its huge mouth, expecting to engulf everything on the street. However, its jaw stretched to its limits, becoming numb, and still, it couldn’t swallow its target.0

Wang Xuan, bemused, gestured and pulled Qin Cheng’s shoe from the bar at light speed, throwing it into the Bixie's gaping mouth.0

The Bixie roared in frustration, its eyes’ ten-character symbols intimidating, but only Wang Xuan could hear it. The creature swung its sharp claws forward, but no rune-lit beams tore through the air; only supernatural energy seeped out.0

Even the Bixie was speechless. All its divine powers seemed like illusory...0