"How could this demonic beast have such sharp senses? It was clearly sleeping just now..."
Youming muttered to himself, his tone filled with frustration.
Before he could continue thinking, the flood dragon below suddenly raised its tail and swung it towards him at an astonishing speed.
Youming was shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side. However, the hurricane created by the tail still sent him flying dozens of meters away.
Seeing how ferocious this demonic beast was, Netherworld's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
There were demonic beasts and traces of a formation here. It was most likely where the blood demon Black Tiger hid its treasures. He could imagine how much wealth a Mahayana true spirit had.
However, now that this demonic beast had been alarmed and caused such a disturbance in the battle, it was likely that in less than two hours, other people would rush over.
