Thunder Dragon
After entering the secret realm, Zhao Jinzhi had followed Duan Yi's instructions through the pitch-black forest, repeatedly avoiding those dangerous spirit beasts. But Duan Yi's current condition did not allow him to guide Zhao Jinzhi indefinitely. He needed to rest for a while before continuing.
Thus, once he lost Duan Yi's guidance, Zhao Jinzhi lost his sense of direction and wandered into a spirit beast's territory, falling into a bitter battle.
Zhao Jinzhi looked at the spirit beast crouched on all fours before him, his expression grim. It resembled a crocodile, yet looked more like a lizard magnified several times over. A thick layer of scales covered its body; even Zhao Jinzhi's current palm force could not break through that armor.
Furthermore.
This spirit beast could attack from afar and defend up close. It could spit out a long tongue like a flying sword, immensely powerful and easily capable of piercing through trees.
If that struck a body of flesh and blood, the consequences were easy to imagine.
If Zhao Jinzhi kept his distance, he had to guard against that long tongue's terrifying speed. If he drew close, every palm strike he threw felt as though it had landed upon a hard boulder. The spirit beast remained unscathed, while the rebounding force was becoming more than he could bear.
Duan Yi spoke in his mind, "The beasts within this secret realm were drenched in Dragon Blood and underwent unimaginable mutations. Though they developed intelligence and became spirit beasts, they were ultimately lowly creatures. Those unable to withstand the Dragon Blood had already exploded and died. As for these beasts transformed by its power, the true dragon's death left resentment within its blood, making them crazed and bloodthirsty."
He continued, "You cannot treat them like ordinary spirit beasts."
Zhao