Bai Yujun was a fierce beast, not a human. She had her own way of fighting to the death.
First, she used the gathered wind and rain to slam the demon back again and again, driving it into the mud. That enormous body was tremendously heavy. The wheat fields outside the ancient city had been softened by several shifts and washouts of the river, perfect for growing wheat. With such a massive frame, even the slightest exertion made it feel as though it were trudging through a swamp.
Wind and rain assailed it, and a huge, ferocious maw suddenly appeared and bit down on the demon's shoulder, tearing hard...
After one strike, she immediately withdrew, never tangling with it.
The demon howled in fury. Its shoulder wound was a bloody mess, with a faint, ghastly white showing beneath—the bone.
As the demon rose again, terror filled its heart. It truly could not understand why, even after summoning demonic qi through the formation and descending here, it still could not defeat her. Then it suddenly understood. This world would not tolerate beings that were too powerful. No matter how much it strengthened itself, it could only reach the cultivation of a human cultivator at Great Ascension Stage perfection, about to undergo tribulation.
It leaped at the white flood dragon, but the white flood dragon was faster. It could not even touch her tail.
The two fought without pause across the wilderness. The corpse tide suffered miserably from the collateral damage. Whether the thirty-zhang-long giant flood dragon swept past or the demon ran and leaped, great swaths would always be killed. They especially feared the white flood dragon; from far away, they already wanted to flee as far as they could.
That aura faintly resembled the aura that had suppressed them on