The fierce beast that crashed to the ground turned into a mess of flesh.
The flowing blood pooled into streams, the air filled with a strong stench of blood.
At this point, a sudden mutation occurred.
From the corpses of the beasts on the ground, thick black ink gathered into spheres, rising above the beast pack.
"It's the demon!"
"Where's the Holy Land? Use the Holy Land, quickly!"
Without needing a reminder, the Jiuli Warriors all reached into their pockets, pulling out handfuls of white Holy Land soil, hurling it skyward.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The Holy Land, upon touching the black ink, emitted a sharp noise, accompanied by bursts of smoke.
The black ink, as if alive, twisted and contorted, continuously shrinking until it was completely purified and vanished by the Holy Land soil.
On the ground, more and more fierce beast riders were converging here from all directions.
Li Wu and Li Zhao, transformed into two giants, stood at the forefront of the team.
