Fighting Demonic Beasts

Yan Zhao slowly got to his feet, as if all the strength had been drained from his body, each movement appearing exceptionally difficult. He dragged his heavy steps, walking one by one to the massive stone.

Stopping, Yan Zhao took a deep breath, then tightly gripped the edges of the stone with both hands, summoning all his strength to push forward fiercely. However, despite exerting all his might, the giant stone remained as if nailed to the ground, unmoving.

Yan Zhao did not get discouraged by this. He rested for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and then once again mobilized the Immortal Law Power he had just absorbed. This power surged like a torrent, rushing through his meridians. Yan Zhao gathered this immense power into his arms, then exerted force again, pushing the giant stone fiercely.

This time, the giant stone finally reacted, it swayed slightly, emitting a dull thud. Seeing this, Yan Zhao's heart rejoiced. He knew his efforts were not in vain; with just a little more effort, he would surely be able to move the stone.

Just as Yan Zhao was preparing to push the giant stone away in one go, a low growl suddenly echoed from the depths of the cave. The sound was as if from hell, shaking the entire cave slightly. Yan Zhao startled, quickly stopping his actions and vigilantly looking in the direction of the sound.

A Demonic Beast, even larger in size, slowly emerged from the darkness. This Demonic Beast was covered in a thick layer of black scales, exuding a suffocating, terrifying aura. Its eyes burned like flames, revealing endless rage and killing intent.

Yan Zhao's heart instantly quickened. He knew he had encountered an extremely powerful opponent. However, he did not retreat. Instead, he quickly adjusted his state, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to meet 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 surged continuously, as if responding to his resolve. Yan Zhao's gaze grew increasingly determined. He stared fixedly at the Demonic Beast before him, fearlessly meeting its killing-intent-filled gaze.

The Demonic Beast opened its gaping maw and let out a deafening roar, the sound like a gale sweeping towards Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao was fearless. He agilely dodged to the side, easily evading the Demonic Beast's fierce lunge. Simultaneously, the long sword in his hand flashed out like lightning, slashing directly towards the Demonic Beast's flank.

However, to Yan Zhao's surprise, although his sword blade struck the Demonic Beast's body, it only left a shallow mark on its tough hide, not even scratching its fur. The Demonic Beast clearly felt pain. Its tail whipped like a whip, smashing towards Yan Zhao. Seeing this, Yan Zhao hastily leaped, narrowly evading this fatal blow.

The moment Yan Zhao landed, he suddenly realized that the Demonic Beast's attacks did not seem to be without pattern, but rather had some discernible rhythm. A flash of inspiration struck him, and a brilliant strategy came to mind.

Yan Zhao decided to feign an attack on the Demonic Beast's head, drawing its attention and forcing it to defend. As expected, when his sword lunged towards the Demonic Beast's head, it immediately raised its forelegs, attempting to block the strike. Just as the Demonic Beast's attention was fully focused on its head, Yan Zhao quickly circled behind it, like a phantom.

Yan Zhao concentrated all his Immortal Law Power at the tip of his sword, then unhesitatingly thrust it fiercely towards the Demonic Beast's weak point. This sword strike was like thunder, unstoppable. With a "thump," the sword tip deeply penetrated the Demonic Beast's body. The Demonic Beast let out a piercing scream, its body trembling violently.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao's heart rejoiced. He knew his strategy had succeeded. He pressed his advantage, his long sword whirling like a windmill, each strike imbued with powerful Immortal Law Power, falling upon the Demonic Beast like raindrops.

Under Yan Zhao's fierce assault, the Demonic Beast gradually weakened. Its attacks became increasingly sluggish. Yan Zhao seized the opportunity and thrust his sword violently towards the Demonic Beast's heart. This strike was precise, hitting the vital spot.

With a dull thud, the Demonic Beast collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further. Yan Zhao looked at the dead Demonic Beast before him, letting out a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his brow, a smile of victory appearing on his face.