Yan Zhao slowly rose from the ground, as though every bit of strength had been drained from his body. Every movement was exceptionally difficult. Dragging his heavy feet, he walked step by step toward the massive boulder.
Once he stopped before it, Yan Zhao took a deep breath. He then gripped the edge of the boulder tightly with both hands and shoved forward with all his strength. Yet, despite exerting every ounce of strength he had, the boulder seemed nailed to the ground and did not budge in the slightest.
Yan Zhao was not discouraged. He rested briefly, adjusted his breathing, and once again mobilized the Immortal Law Power he had just absorbed within his body. The power surged through his meridians like a raging flood. Yan Zhao gathered this formidable force in his arms, then exerted himself again and violently pushed the boulder.
This time, the boulder finally reacted. It swayed slightly and gave off a dull rumble. Yan Zhao was overjoyed at the sight. He knew his efforts had not been in vain; if he just pushed a little harder, he would surely be able to move the boulder.
Just as Yan Zhao was about to push the boulder aside in one final effort, a deep roar suddenly came from the depths of the cave. The sound seemed to come from hell itself, making the entire cave tremble faintly. Yan Zhao's heart jolted, and he immediately stopped what he was doing, warily looking toward the source of the roar.
A demonic beast even larger in size slowly emerged from the darkness. Its entire body was covered in thick black scales, and it radiated a terrifying aura that nearly suffocated him. Its eyes burned like flames, revealing boundless rage and killing intent.
Yan Zhao's heartbeat instantly accelerated. He knew he had encountered an extraordinarily powerful opponent. However, he did not retreat. Instead, he swiftly steadied himself, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to face the challenge of this powerful demonic beast.
He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, feeling the cold touch of the blade. At the same time, the Immortal Law Power within him continued to surge, as though responding to his resolve. Yan Zhao's gaze grew even firmer as he stared unflinchingly at the demonic beast before him, fearlessly meeting its murderous eyes.
The demonic beast opened its blood-filled maw and let out an earth-shaking roar. Like a violent gale, the sound swept toward Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao showed no fear. With a nimble sidestep, he easily avoided the beast's pounce. At the same time, the longsword in his hand flashed out like lightning, slashing straight at the beast's flank.
Yet, to his surprise, although Yan Zhao's blade struck the demonic beast's body, it left only a shallow mark on its tough hide and did not even cut through its skin. The beast had clearly felt pain. Its tail lashed toward Yan Zhao like a whip. Seeing this, Yan Zhao hurriedly leaped into the air, narrowly evading the deadly strike.
The instant Yan Zhao landed, he suddenly realized that the beast's attacks did not seem random, but followed some sort of pattern. A flash of insight struck his mind, and an excellent plan came to him.
Yan Zhao decided to feign an attack on the beast's head, drawing its attention and forcing it to defend. Sure enough, when his sword thrust toward the beast's head, it immediately raised a forepaw to block the blow. Just as the beast's attention was completely focused on its head, Yan Zhao swiftly circled behind it like a ghost.
Yan Zhao concentrated all the Immortal Law Power in his body at the tip of his sword, then stabbed mercilessly at the beast's weak point without hesitation. The strike carried the force of thunder and was unstoppable. With a wet pfft, the sword tip plunged deep into the beast's body. The beast let out a shrill scream, and its body shook violently.
Delighted, Yan Zhao knew his plan had succeeded. He pressed his advantage, his longsword whirling like a windmill. Every slash contained powerful Immortal Law Power and fell upon the demonic beast like raindrops.
Under Yan Zhao's fierce assault, the demonic beast gradually ran out of strength, and its attacks became slower and slower. Yan Zhao seized the opportunity and drove his sword fiercely toward the beast's heart. The strike was incomparably precise, hitting the vital point directly.
With a dull thud, the demonic beast crashed to the ground and could no longer move. Yan Zhao looked at the dead beast before him and breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a victorious smile appearing on his face.
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