"Over there, Xiaobai, quick!" Lin Shiwei slapped the Beautiful Immortal Deer on the rump.
A crisp "smack" echoed.
Bai Yujing, a dignified Demon General, found her Demon Breath Battle Robe cracked under the girl's palm?
One can imagine how powerful Lin Shiwei's slap was.
The one being hit was a Demon General; if it had been a Spirit Level Divine Pet, General Lin's slap might have killed it...
"Nai~~~" Bai Yujing cried out half in pain, half in worry, using the force of the slap to charge toward her falling master.
Even before the creatures appeared, Jia Rong Grass had sensed the situation.
Countless deep red grass leaves shot out wildly, greeting everyone.
"Catch him!" Du Yu shouted, covering his ears, "Jia Rong!"
Just ten ters to Du Yu's right, a mysterious man in camouflage watched Du Yu with a sinister gaze, muttering sothing under his breath.
"Nai!" Bai Yujing, with unmatched speed, swept Du Yu away before Jia Rong Grass could reach him.
Blood continued to gush from Du Yu's shoulder, soaking the snow-white fur of the Beautiful Immortal Deer.
"Nai~" Bai Yujing was heartbroken.
In her sweet voice, there was a hint of tears: "Master, does it hurt?"
"I'm okay, Little Wind Blow, handle the enemy... huh?" Du Yu fought through the intense pain and witnessed a shocking sight.
The Jia Rong Grass leaves surged towards the tall man, clearly aiming to bind him.
However, the man took three successive steps, creating a "walk on grass" sensation!
The sturdy body showed no sign of clumsiness, but rather a frightening agility!
He stepped on the grass leaves thrice, not only adjusting his retreat angle but also leveraging them.
With a light tap on the tip of the grass leaf, he shot diagonally downward.
Experts can see the subtleties.
This bodily control skill is not sothing an ordinary person possesses.
After all, it was the Ancient Demon Saint Jia Rong Grass attempting to bind him!
The extension and reaction speed of the grass leaves are among the best in the world.
Yet, each ti the man stepped, he barely touched the grass leaves!
From start to finish, the mysterious man gave Jia Rong Grass no chance to entangle him.
It was truly extraordinary!
"Ying!" Hu Xiaoyan wasn't happy about it.
She landed steadily on the grass leaves, her silhouette suddenly expanding, activating the Ancient Body!
Her four long tails stretched forward, with seamless fluidity, as Fox Tail Flowing Fla erupted.
Now, it's our ho ground!
The Mountain Realm, though shrouded in dark clouds, presented a wide view, unlike the Bottomless Pit shrouded in cold mist, where ordinary Demon Pets would be blind.
"Whoosh!" Four beams of blazing fla shot towards the falling man in the air.
And behind Prince Yan, the Desolate Silver Lynx also exhibited a "walk on grass" effect.
As Baojun's four feet lightly touched the grass leaves, silver lightning flashed, piercing directly into the ground.
"Woo~!" A beautiful fox cry carried waves of anguish.
The four dazzling fla beams struck precisely at the tall man.
The opponent evidently lacked the ability to fly.
Without a leverage point, he had to take the Demon Skill head-on.
From Du Yu's perspective, the man crossed his arms in front of his face, curling his body, seemingly trying to reduce the impact area.
"Boom!"
The fla beams converged at one point, and the explosion echoed through the Mountain Realm.
Engulfed in the fiery explosion, the tall man rocketed diagonally downwards like a cannonball.
"Thud!"
Du Yu's pupils narrowed slightly.
The man had landed, legs bent, crouching heavily on the ground.
A blast of gray mist spread outward, whipping up grass leaves and dust all around.
Gray mist?
Was it cold qi?!
This man was filled with cold qi, yet his eyes did not have a crimson hue?
Moreover, despite the impact from Ancient Yan's Fox Tail Flowing Fla, his battle robe only cracked slightly, not fully shattering.
Du Yu was alard, no wonder!
Earlier, in the Bottomless Pit, he charged fiercely toward this person, but the man neither dodged nor flinched.
Turns out this guy is an Emperor Level creature?
Frankly, Du Yu himself couldn't withstand a full blow from Ancient Yan.
Forget the Demon Breath Battle Robe; Ancient Yan could even claim Du Yu's life.
"Hiss..."
"Roar!" On the ground, the Mountain Realm Generals had long reacted.
This unfamiliar man must be the master's enemy!
Attack!
A Spirit Level Desert Lynx was closest to the man's landing point, unhesitatingly launching an Evil Lynx Pounce: "Roar!"
The mysterious man turned sharply, advancing instead of retreating, rushing toward the Desert Lynx while still in a crouch.
"Woo~ woo woo~" The Desert Lynx cried out in panic.
The man's speed was extraordinary. Before the lynx could strike, he shouldered its abdon, pinning it to the ground.
The man firmly held the Desert Lynx's head, bringing his lips to its ear, whispering sothing.
Strangely, in just a few words, the Desert Lynx stopped struggling?
"Crunch! Crunch..."
The ground cracked, reaching toward the man and the lynx.
The man turned, seeing two Yue Mountain Lions slamming down their giant palms.
Demon Skill· Earth Splitting Palm!
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, gripping the Desert Lynx's head, and threw it toward the Yue Mountain Lions.
"His!" The Desert Lynx's eyes, now glazed, charged directly at the Yue Mountain Lions.
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