Han Muye was not having his first clash with the Canaan Tribe.
Initially, outside Kunwu, he had already taken action and killed many from the Canaan Tribe.
Yet, none of those times felt as exhilarating as now.
The colossal beast either lunged or swept with its attacks, each one causing the void to fracture, tearing apart the bodies of the Canaan Tribe members in front of it.
There were no enemies that could survive a confrontation with this behemoth.
Even the Ten-Winged Canaanite, whose head was smashed by the giant beast's long tail with a flick.
Controlling the Eternal Pagoda War Beast and hidden within the head of the war beast, Han Muye's eyes radiated a trace of spiritual light.
He could feel the circulation of the power of qi and blood within his body, as if there was some sort of connection with this war beast.
That is to say, the control of this war beast followed certain rules.
"Power."
"Blood essence."
"Primordial Dragon Crocodile."
