The voice was full of disdain.
"Nascent Soul Tribulation, is that all?"
"If they're all this easy, this old one could pass them with the snap of a finger!"
In a daze, Jia 15 seemed to see himself stepping into the Nascent Soul stage, high above, whipping and trampling the Demon Head Wang Ba...
"What?! Heart Demons?!"
Jia 15 suddenly jolted awake!
The scene before him immediately shattered.
What came towards him was a bolt of purple thunder!
In panicked haste, he quickly raised his wings, with Spiritual Power hastily surfacing on the feathers.
Bang!
The lightning struck his wings.
This time, Jia 15's wings were not unscathed as before, a surge of intense pain instantly shot through his entire body!
Jia 15 glanced at his wings and saw that the once glossy right wing had lost half of its feathers, the brown plumes were mostly obliterated, leaving charred remains.
"Damn it!"
A flicker of distress momentarily passed through Jia 15's eyes.