Li Dageng and Lin Jinghua were organizing some brave men to try to fend off the demon beast's assault.
But how could their attacks possibly harm the Iron-Horned Demon Bull?
"Beast! Stop hurting people!"
A clear and sharp shout echoed from the Inner Valley!
Only to see a figure clad in light blue, controlling a flying sword like a stream of light, arriving instantly!
It was none other than Li Qiuyun!
She looked at the rampaging demon beast in front of her, and the spirit plant cultivators suffering under its iron hooves, her pretty face turning cold.
She made a spell gesture with her hand, and the flying sword transformed into a streak of cold light, aiming straight for the beast's throat!
"Clang!"
However, the beast's skin was incredibly tough, and the sure-strike sword from Li Qiuyun only left a faint white mark on its neck!
"Roar!"
The Iron-Horned Demon Bull, in pain, became even more ferocious!
