Yet, facing the enraged Monohorn Behemoth whose mana had only recovered to thirty percent, Li Zhirui not only remained unconcerned but a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Ahhh!" Just as the Monohorn Behemoth was about to gather mana, it was interrupted by a bone-deep pain that surged violently through its body.
The toxic vines that Zhirui had previously accelerated had, without its notice, spread poison throughout the nearby waters. The toxin entered through its many wounds and, as the mana circulated, had now infiltrated every corner of its body!
Driven mad by the pain, the Monohorn Behemoth intended to continue fighting to the death with Li Zhirui, with no thought of retreat.
"Not good!" The four Water Devils nearby saw this and their expressions drastically changed. Two of them immediately broke away from the entanglement with Li Shiqing and others. While rushing towards the Monohorn Behemoth, they shouted loudly, "Lan Jiao, come to your senses!"
