Bai Yujun landed beside the monkey.
Her not-tall, slender figure standing together with the even shorter monkey made for a moving sight from behind.
No Demonic Beast dared approach the two baleful gods. The weak ones collapsed outright from the dragon's might, while the stronger ones feared being smashed flat by the monkey's iron rod. At the distance where they could bear the pressure of the dragon's might, a vast circular clearing formed, and the Demonic Beasts flowed around them as though diverted by a current.
"Squeak? A dried corpse?"
"The well-preserved remains of some ancient vicious beast, controlled by the Hornless Demonic Fiend with a bone whistle."
"Squeak squeak, don't break that whistle."
The two great demons shared the same thought: they absolutely would not take shortcuts. It was rare to have a chance for an all-out brawl, and smashing open Demonic Beasts' skulls was far more satisfying.
In truth, there was an even deeper purpose.
The Demonic Beasts slammed their weapons against the ground and cheered in unison. Clearly, they feared and worshipped this thing—fanatically, even.
Defeating the corpse head-on would deal a vicious blow to the Devil Race's morale.
On a true battlefield of blood and iron, only strength defeating strength counted as real victory.
"Monkey Brother, be careful. Though this thing is dead, its body is still immensely powerful. You're short, so it'll be easier for you to find its weak point. Once we take it down, you can dismantle one bone and keep it in Peach Valley as a memento."
"Squeak, the little bird will be jealous of me."
The little bird the monkey mentioned was that ancient phoenix who had undergone Nirvana Rebirth.
The towering corpse strode toward the two demons. Its enormous body stirred the air as it walked, and Bai Yujun and