"It's that demon beast!"
Lin Changfu stretched his hand, pointing at the massive Zhu Jiuyin behind the ancient tomb, and shouted loudly.
Fang Han looked up and after seeing Zhu Jiuyin's entire body, alarm surged in his heart.
"This is... Zhu Jiuyin!" His pupils constricted slightly, instantly recognizing the identity of the demon beast, and Fang Han's body broke out in cold sweat.
The others also felt intense danger and stood rooted to the spot, daring not to move.
Gathering his courage, Fang Han said, "I'll go kill it, and you all take the chance to break the formation!"
As his voice was about to fade, Fang Han, with his sword in hand, dashed forward, while Li Zhong and the others quickly moved to find the formation's position, launching a torrent of attacks like rain.
However, no matter how they attacked, the formation remained unshaken, showing not the slightest sign of breaking.
"Fiend, meet your end!"
