The Black-pupiled Demon Bull stomped its four hooves, creating tremors in the mountains and rivers. Its massive body leaped up and tore through the sky, charging towards the flying Zhuang Zijin with its demon energy-enveloped horns flickering with a dim glow.
Seeing the imminent crisis, Zhuang Zijin's face remained unchanged, and he murmured softly, "If you don't intervene now, when will you?"
His voice was so low that no one could hear it.
But the moment his words fell, a golden lightning bolt the thickness of a finger suddenly erupted, displaying unparalleled speed as it instantly tore through the air and arrived.
Caught off guard, the Black-pupiled Demon Bull's expression changed involuntarily. With a shudder, its instincts told it to dodge.
