"Then why didn't you dodge? Because you didn't want to?" Qin He rolled his eyes at it.
Ever since this beast had started following him around, its vigilance had plummeted in a straight line, making him look like a bodyguard. Who was the master here, anyway?
This wasn't the first time.
That move just now had been Qin He deliberately giving it a warning.
He looked only at the Corpse Worm that had fallen to the ground.
It was a blackish-gray beetle with two wings on its back and a metallic sheen all over its body. Corpse Qi coiled around it, and its mouthparts were a pair of exceptionally sharp mandibles.
Yet at this moment, its mandibles had snapped clean off, unable to break through Lamborghini's defenses.
Enhanced by all manner of Qin He's methods, Lamborghini's physical defenses had already reached a horrifying level.
Forget blades and spears—even ordinary magical artifacts could not leave so much as a scratch on it.
Though this Corpse Worm was not weak either, it had not reached the point where it could threaten Lamborghini.
Bang!
Lamborghini vented its anger, stomping the Corpse Worm—which was still writhing on the ground, presumably concussed—into fragments with one hoof.
Even the icy tunnel floor caved in beneath the blow.
Marquis of Purple Robes sucked in a cold breath at the sight.
Worthy of being Great Immortal Green Ox's most iconic mount. That strength was absurdly powerful.
"Go on. This thing is yours to handle." Qin He pointed at White Cocoon's corpse lying on the ground.
"Fine, I'll go!" Lamborghini stiffened its neck and scraped its hooves against the ground several times, sending sparks flying in all directions. Then it charged forward at full speed.
"Demon, accept your death! Your Bull Lord is here!"
Lamborghini turned into an afterimage