Roar!
The pitch-black rhinoceros demon ran wildly, its one-meter-long black horn cutting through the drifting snowflakes like a black knife.
The narrow scorpion gorge was the best place for it to display its might.
Qin Huai, who was facing him, didn't dodge or escape. His feet stood still on the spot, deeply rooted in the snow and frozen earth.
The muscles in his arms bulged.
As the hurricane poured into the wide robe, it billowed and rumbled. The pure white color was like the delicate beauty of someone who loved the strong. It stuck tightly between Qin Huai's muscle lines, converging into white snake-like lines.
"Boiling blood! Blood dragon form!"
Qin Huai's pupils shrank, and he seized the opportunity to grab black horn, whose impact force was comparable to that of Gao Cheng's punch.