High-level spiritual beasts possess wisdom comparable to that of a two or three-year-old child.
This Fire Cloud Beast had killed more than just one or two human martial artists, so it was aware of the devastating power of its own pounce to humans.
It imagined that this strike would smash the small human before it into a meat patty, just like those it had killed before.
So when it saw Jing Yan being knocked away but still standing there unharmed, it felt very surprised.
"Damn it!" Jing Yan was equally angry.
Had it been a seventh-level spiritual beast, he would have been able to slay it.
But facing a high-level eighth-rank Fire Cloud Beast, one that was relatively strong among its kind, he had no means at all.
His gaze then shifted to the Purple Incense Flower not far away, and his anxiety increased.
Yet, no matter how anxious, without dealing with the Fire Cloud Beast not far ahead, it would be very difficult to obtain the Purple Incense Flower.
"What should I do?"
