The Howling Celestial Dog wailed as the chili powder stimulated its senses. Then, its huge body suddenly arched and fell heavily onto the ground, where it continued to roll.

The Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, after all. It was considerably stronger than the other enchanted beasts in the same realm, and its unique stunt was its excellent tracking ability.

Pang Tong was right—the Howling Celestial Dog could only track things through its sensitive nose, so its nose was its strength and also its weakness. The chili powder was more torturous than open cut wounds.

Darryl chuckled as he clapped his hands; his mood had lifted.

'So what if you're Yang Jian's Howling Celestial Dog? You can't even fight against my bottle of chili powder.'

'What?'

Chang Er was shocked; she could not believe her eyes.

'That's Yang Jian's Howling Celestial Dog. Even I was scared of it when it went crazy, yet Darryl handled it like it was nothing.'

At that moment, Chang Er's eyes shone w