The demonic behemoth gathered itself up and leaped – awesome in its might – scattered the archers, and killed two caravan warriors. Its massive front feet pounded their bodies into fleshy mush in the spring mud. And still, it raised its head. Red Daoist came for it, but it ignored the Red Daoist and looked at Wuyi standing near a tree and it turned at bay. Its great eyes met Wuyi"s. It prepared to charge at Wuyi.
"Why me?" Wuyi said.
It raised its head and bellowed, and the woods shook. One of Baijian"s subordinates—Jinghao—landed a hard blow with a spear and was swiped by the whole force of its mighty head in reply, crushing his armor and breaking all his ribs. He fell without a sound. Xueqin Yang, one day out of the infirmary, struck it with a spear too, and danced aside as its splintered, burning tusk sought his life. He tripped and fell over a rotten stump, which saved his life as its tusks and fangs passed over his head.
