The Moment of Slaying Demons
"Sssah!"
A creature emerging from the ground in the distance let out a piercing howl, sounding almost like a human with a deep, resonant voice!
Its remaining crimson tongue swiftly retracted, and Zhe Liang also broke free in response.
Ignoring his wounds, he glanced back, seemingly afraid that the cunning foe might still be feigning injury, risking danger for his comrades.
However,
Zhongren and Gu Xiaoqi rushed up simultaneously, each grabbing one of his arms and pulling him back to their hiding spot.
The trio gazed out at the open space ahead.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar resounded.
A monstrous figure standing in the distance, towering thousands of feet tall, shook its ferocious head incessantly!
The severed tongue, just severed by Zhongren, had hit its weak spot.
Witnessing this situation, the young cultivators nearby who had been hiding showed expressions of extreme shock.
Never had they thought someone could wound this underground monster!