The center of the forbidden zone was where Xing Jinglei was riding on the back of the mythical Youlius.
With his legs astride the withered body, his huge fists, tainted with poison, hammered down on Youlius's face like the pounding of war drums.
"Don't force me... Pfft!"
"Myths are inviolable... Pfft!"
"I'm about to get serious... Pfft pfft pfft!"
Youlius also tried to attack with other means, like the giant white bone hands that grew from the ground and the eerie green flames of Youyou, but all of his abilities fell on Xing Jinglei to no avail.
At that time, Xing Jinglei's defense was astonishing; even the poison clouds that Youlius was so proud of lost their effect. How could these trivial tricks breach his defense? It was nothing but a series of embarrassing scenes of scraping.
Youlius too was beaten until he was a bit dizzy, his withered body cracked open, and waves of shame and rage surged straight to the top of his skull.
"You've forced my hand!"
