If this carried on, Monk Jue Chen would be dead within three breaths!
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a ferocious beast roared deafeningly.
A dark shadow darted over and covered the skies, carrying forth a tragic aura that was suffocating.
The Lu Wu that was dozens of feet tall lunged over with a stench of blood. Its eyes were vicious as it bared its sharp fangs and claws with a menacing expression.
Su Zimo furrowed his brows slightly.
Pure-blooded ferocious beasts were extremely strong and even perfect spirit weapons were not superior against their fangs and claws.
In fact, there were even some special weapons that were crafted from the bones, fangs and claws of pure-blooded ferocious beasts.
"Good move!"
Su Zimo's expression was unchanged as he continued suppressing Monk Jue Chen with one hand. His other hand turned into a fist and his large tendons pulsated with his bloodline.
