Cloud Beast's movement froze.
Sun Lingtong grinned: "Qing Chi, slash at its right knee. Don't hack the head; the head is hard, the knee is soft."
Qing Chi had already pounced.
Her figure was like a streak of blue-black flame, the short blade cutting at an angle with ghost energy. The blade landed at the junction of the cloud patterns on the right knee, making a crisp sound. The knee glowed white before cracking.
The Cloud Beast like a rhinoceros half-knelt.
Its chest's cloud patterns suddenly brightened, a heavy demonic power exploded within, trying to propel Sun Lingtong away.
Sun Lingtong's eyelids twitched, slid down its back like greased lightning, sticking a Yellow Paper Talisman on its waist as he landed.
"Run!" Once he said to run, they did, not hesitating for a moment.
Qing Chi was stunned for an instant, then swiftly turned and dashed away.
