Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

"No, you just said, the Bixie tribe?"

High in the sky, Ren Tianque finally came to his senses after several leaps, and then awkwardly communicated with Wang Yi using his soul power.

"Did the bishi come with a purpose?"

This is a magical world, teeming with magical beasts. Encountering one is perfectly normal, even if it's a high-level one, the chances are not small.

But judging from Wang Yi's words, could it be that these two magical beasts have other purposes?

"If it were a super-level magical beast of another race, I wouldn't think much of it, but it just so happens to be a Bixi, and there are two of them at once."

As Wang Yi walked, he explained things to Ren Tianque, which also helped him clarify his own thoughts.

"Things that seem too coincidental are usually not coincidental. Moreover, the nature of the bixie is that it doesn't like to move around much. Therefore, the appearance of these two bixie is unlikely to be just passing by. They must be coming for us."

"Did the noise from our battle with the Bixi attract them here? But the noise from our battle shouldn't have traveled this far. So perhaps something rooted in the bloodline of the Bixi clan made them sense the death of their kin, which is why they came?"

"So, they chose to come here to kill us and avenge their kind...? That's unlikely. Four days have passed. They can't be sure we're still here. And even if they do encounter us, how can they be so sure they can kill us?"

"Or perhaps the super-tier Bixi we killed occupied some kind of auspicious location, and they came to seize our territory?"

"We can't exactly come over here to collect the corpses of these elders, can we? There shouldn't be any particular funeral customs in Warcraft, right?"

"The funeral culture of World of Warcraft?"

Ren Tianque wasn't sure whether Wang Yi's last sentence was a deduction or a joke, but drawing on his five years in the magical world and his experiences encountering numerous magical beasts, Ren Tianque carefully considered it before saying:

"There probably isn't much of a funeral culture there. I've only ever seen some magical beasts eat the corpses of their own kind, but I've never seen any magical beast bury the corpses of its own kind. They can't possibly eat their own kind, so it's probably the Bixi's funeral culture, right?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Wang Yi's leap suddenly stopped, his Azure Feather Wind Wings unfolded behind him, and he hovered in mid-air, raising his hand to stroke his chin.

Ren Tianque's words did indeed give Wang Yi an idea.

Seeing Wang Yi stop, Ren Tianque also hurriedly stopped and then said:

"Brother Wang, I was just saying that casually. You really think so...?"

"Brother Ren, do you know that on a small island in the western South Pacific, in a backward country called Bania, there is a custom of eating one's deceased relatives? If humans do this, what's impossible for magical beasts?"

Ren Tianque remained silent; of course, he knew nothing of such a thing.

But how could Wang Yi know such obscure, even eccentric, knowledge?

However, because this speculation was too far-fetched, Ren Tianque still reminded him, "But I rarely see super-level magical beasts having the habit of eating."

"Of course, in the magical world, even if a super-level magical beast doesn't eat, it can probably still survive." Wang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils gleaming with an uncertain light.

"But what if a super-class magical beast gains certain benefits from devouring an even more powerful super-class magical beast? For example... greater power?"

"But I have witnessed several life-or-death battles between super-level magical beasts, and some of the winning magical beasts did not devour the dead ones."

"Since they're all dead, they must be weak magical beasts," Wang Yi corrected. "Besides, what if this power amplification only exists among magical beasts of the same species?"

Ren Tianque opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Although Ren Tianque felt it was unlikely, Wang Yi's logic was completely self-consistent, and Ren Tianque couldn't find any point to refute it.

Wait a minute, he's the one who spent five years in the magical world, so why does he suddenly seem to be far less knowledgeable about the magical world and super-level magical beasts than Wang Yi?

Wang Yi glanced at the bixie that was still resolutely moving forward, then turned back immediately.

"Theory is just theory; we'll know once we verify it."

Upon seeing this, Ren Tianque hurriedly followed.

Returning to the corpse of the bixi, Wang Yi stomped on the hard rock beneath his feet, then said to Ren Tianque:

"Brother Ren, can I borrow a light?"

Having already experienced this once, Ren Tianque, though not quite understanding what Wang Yi wanted to do, still strictly carried out the order and snapped his fingers.

Then the flames surged and covered Wang Yi's body.

A moment later, from the rolling flames emerged a crimson dragon-man, over sixty meters tall, with gleaming scales and ferocious teeth.

Wang Yi took a deep breath of the intense heat of the fire, exhaled brilliant clouds, then bent his knees and leaped down the mountain, arriving at the tail of the Bixi corpse.

Wang Yi patted the tail of the bizi, which showed no signs of decay, and then thrust out hundreds of black, armor-piercing spikes from his palm, inserting them deep into the tail and wedging them into the gaps in the coccyx.

Then countless green vines and icy chains materialized, intertwining and weaving into a thick, sturdy rope, one end of which was looped around Wang Yi's waist, and the other end was tied to the armor-piercing black spikes.

Upon seeing this, Ren Tianque considered a possibility and his eyes widened in surprise:

"Brother Wang, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

"Holding a banquet here is definitely not an option, it's too close to the Star Gate. In that case, I'll just send takeout to those two bixie, maybe I can even get a couple of positive reviews."

After speaking, Wang Yi plunged his arms directly into the flesh and blood of the Bixie's tail, his dragon claws gripping the last segment of the tailbone. He took a deep breath of scorching fire energy and roared like a dragon's cry:

"rise!"

Boom!

Wang Yi's muscles, beneath his dragon scales, rippled like a coiled dragon, and thick ropes instantly taut, causing the rock beneath his feet to suddenly explode into a huge crater.

As the flying stones flew, the massive, mountain-like corpse of the bixi trembled slightly.

"Walk!"

Wang Yi took a step back, his lower body plunging into the solid rock. The giant mountain on the back of the tortoise shook, countless boulders fell, and a short, thick ravine appeared beneath his corpse.

"Gurgle... It really moved?"

Ren Tianque stared in disbelief, his throat bobbing, almost choking on his own mouth.

What kind of superhuman strength is this?

"Strong enough to uproot mountains" is actually a damn realist!

Although Wang Yi managed to move the bixi's corpse, he was still very dissatisfied.

This speed is far too slow.

"It's still lacking something!"

Wang Yi sighed, then looked at Ren Tianque, a kind smile spreading across his face.

We still have helpers!

Looking at Wang Yi's cruel smile, Ren Tianque shook his head frantically, indicating that he was powerless to do anything.

With his current small, broken body, even if you beat him to death, he still couldn't pull up half of the Bixi's tail!