The disciple who had rolled down the slope had hit a rock and he heard a bone in his hand crack. He stood up from the ground with a muffled grunt and when he touched his hand, he knew that it was broken.
He didn't flee, but followed closely behind. That giant beast was too powerful to be killed by one person. However, if more than a dozen people were to calm down and join forces, it was possible to win.
They weren't prepared when they had encountered the giant beast, hence they ran away wildly when they were being chased by it. They had come here to practise, not flee. If they couldn't face it head on today, today's incident would surely become the demons in their hearts on their road of cultivation.
