Caught in their own cocoon!
The eyes of those ancient beasts went wide.
Though their spiritual intelligence had already awakened, they were still no match for true Cultivators. For a moment, they were dazed and confused, unable to understand what exactly had happened.
And with that slight delay, they were already engulfed by the attacks that blotted out heaven and earth.
Rumbling booms entered the ear, followed by a great chorus of wails. Though those ancient beasts had hides and flesh as tough as could be, at this moment they tasted the terrifying power of their own Supernatural Powers.
In the space of a few short instants, nearly half were reduced to ash and smoke, and the rest were all wounded. The expressions with which they looked at Nailong True Person were filled with fear.
Roar!
Yet right at this moment, Demon Wind suddenly rose. A monster with the head of an ox and the body of a lion flew over from the distance at great speed, its entire body radiating golden light, the wings on its back towering to a height of two zhang.
The aura it gave off was even more horrifying, almost comparable to an ordinary True Spirit.
The Ancient Beast King!
An ordinary cultivator would absolutely not dare meet its sharp edge head-on. Yet Nailong... was still drinking there, and had even begun to wave his brush and splash ink, his brush moving like dragons and snakes as he enthusiastically started painting.
The Ancient Beast King was both shocked and enraged.
It had been subdued by True Person Huayu and used to guard the cultivation cave. What great winds and huge waves had it not seen before? But what was this before its eyes... How should one put it? Had its eyes seen wrongly, or had