Ou Yangming gasped as he was in disbelief.
'What ability is this? It's simply a miracle…'
Ou Yangming flashed to the side of the stalagmites, then smiled bitterly after observing them for a while. 'The stalagmites' toughness were in no way inferior to steel. I really wonder how the big yellow dog managed to do this.'
He suddenly wondered, 'If it didn't breathe at the empty ground, but directed its ferocious and huge mouth at me instead, what would have happened?'
Ou Yangming shook his head and felt a chill down his spine because he somehow felt that he had escaped death.
If he was caught off guard, even if he had fathomed the integration of Heaven and man, he might not be able to avoid the stalagmites that suddenly emerged.
Ou Yangming could not believe that the half-spirit beast possessed such a mighty ability.
In comparison, the beast that he encountered in the dense forest in the past was inferior to it.
