868, Bi Fang Divine Beast_2

At that moment, the long spear had already reached the Black Tiger Demon's neck, leaving behind a black crack.

The Black Tiger Demon turned its head to bite the spear, but the shaft of the spear shook in Zhu Rong's hands, directly brushing it aside.

The horizontal blade on the hooked spear cut open a bloody wound on the Black Tiger Demon's body, and the blood spouting from the wound was ignited by flames.

Jumping and landing a hundred yards away, Zhu Rong turned back, his face showing a trace of excitement.

In the past, every sparring session with Han Muye ended with him being overwhelmingly defeated, making him always feel insufficient in strength.

Now, clashing with a divine beast, he was gaining the upper hand just at their first encounter.

It seemed not that he was weak, but that Brother Han was too strong.

"Kill."