Pursuing the Culprit, Fires in the Night!

Xia Fan didn't like violence, but at times, it was necessary.

The Ink Eagles were now completely obedient, surrounding Xia Fan while sporting new bumps on their heads. The bigger Ink Eagles even had footprints from Xia Fan's kicks on their wings.

Xia Fan patted the dust off of himself and smiled, "You should have done this ages ago and saved yourself the pain. Truly, refusing a toast only to drink after losing the bet, forcing me to beat you until you behaved."

The Ink Eagles were like children who had done something wrong, repeatedly nodding as if they could understand what Xia Fan was saying.

In truth, this was just a misperception. While Xia Fan was talking, he was also constantly letting out high-frequency sounds. These sounds had a magic power that could enter into the minds of creatures, linking directly with their nervous systems. Through this, the creatures could understand what Xia Fan was saying.