This Kite Is Cursed

Yao Mengji's eyes lit up as his exhausted powers surged again. He was flying toward the kite with all his might.

'Expert… Here I come!'

The Wild Boar Demon was tied to the kite. It was trembling out of fear. It squinted with despair and helplessness.

It had a mind of its own. It looked back and immediately sighed in relief when it realized that Daji and Blackie were not following it.

"I'm not going to the center of the thunderstorm. I'll just stay out of it and watch the show. After all, there's no smoke without fire. Natural tribulation probably won't fall upon me even though I have a kite," the Wild Boar Demon comforted itself.

Then, it looked up into the sky again. It squeaked and panicked.

Its black fur almost turned gray from the fear.

The old man from the Cross Tribulation realm rushed toward it like a madman. He brought a swirling storm with him, too—a storm that was thunderous and destructive.