The broken sword pointed horizontally, with spiritual charm fluctuations emanating from it. A thread of sword qi coiled around the sword blade, extremely sharp, piercing through the grass and trees, and clearing the pervasive dust and smoke.
The Wild Boar King, at the late stage of his cultivation, was sensitive to such impressions and naturally could detect the different aura opposite him, feeling an implicit sting that already posed a threat to himself.
It was a very terrifying breath that made it feel palpitations, irresistibly thinking about retreating.
But it had no choice. With an Earth Immortal level great demon guarding on the side, there was no escape; it could only fight to the death. If it could perish together with the One-Armed Monkey, it would still be a gain.
"Ao~"
A cornered beast still fights, driven by the despair of insanity. The Wild Boar King's eyes turned bloodshot as it sprinted with all its might.
