Jin Ling'er finally saw the Dragon Horn, and while Long Yi was under control, she rushed to grab it, ripping it bloody from Fu Hu's body.
"I'm sorry, Master!"
Destroying her master's body with her own hands, the grief and guilt in Jin Ling'er's heart turned into anger, and that anger became her power.
BREAK!
The Dragon Horn was indestructible, but the tiger's claw could break anything.
In this collision between sharpness and toughness, the piercing scratching noise echoed into the distance.
Seeing that Jin Ling'er couldn't destroy the Dragon Horn, Long Yi couldn't help but laugh wildly.
"You still can't kill me!
So what if you ignore defense? So what if you suppress my attacks?
I have no weaknesses!"
Seeing Long Yi's arrogance, everyone's faces turned pale.
The Great Priest was already bleeding from his orifices, and he had already contributed enough power. Dongfang Shu, though seemingly insignificant, was also experiencing the decaying of his body.