Bang!
As soon as the second Devil Beast made its appearance, it set off terrifying waves. Amid the towering waves, a thirty-zhang-long Monohorn Behemoth strode forward on the water.
"Monohorn Behemoth!" Li Zhirui's face changed slightly, and his expression became very serious.
This was a fourth-rank Devil Beast. Although it didn't have the bloodline of the Dragon Tribe, it was a descendant of the great Kun, not much inferior. Even many generations removed, with a much-diluted bloodline, the tremendous size still hinted at its distinction.
Moreover, among the Devil Race, the larger the body of the Devil Beast, the more profound its mana.
"Uncle, be careful. The strength of this Monohorn Behemoth may not be weaker than a third-stage late-phase Water Devil," Li Zhirui said solemnly.
As soon as Li Shiqing heard this, he knew he was prepared to take it on himself, and frowned, "Leave this behemoth to me!"
