Thousand Crane Sect

"Damn it, why did a fierce beast suddenly show up?"

"Didn't we just find no trace of any fierce beasts?"

When that senior brother heard this, he could not help frowning.

The few of them all turned their attention ahead.

This fierce beast looked like an ox, yet had the body of a tiger, its fangs jutting outward.

A savage aura emanated from all around it. One glance was enough to tell it was no kind soul.

"Careful. It's coming for us."

Another person's expression turned grave as he reminded everyone.

"Roar!"

And at that moment, the fierce beast had already charged over.

"Guard!"

The senior brother immediately drew his Mystic Sword and ordered.

"Yes!"

"..."

The other fellow disciples all answered one after another.

Then they began to form an array.

Each of them brought out their own trump cards, preparing to meet this fierce beast head-on and strike it down.

"Whoosh!"

However, they had still overestimated their own strength.

With just one claw, the fierce beast directly shattered their array's Light Screen.

At the same time, its tail swept toward one of them with the momentum of a steel whip.

"Ah!"

That person only had time to let out a miserable scream before he was directly whipped into a cloud of blood mist.

Apart from the bloody stench drifting through the void, even his magical treasure and clothes had all been whipped into powder.

"Whoosh!"

After he was killed, the other two disciples also made their move.

One in front and one behind, they prepared to finish off this fierce beast.

However, they had still overestimated their own strength.

After they rushed over, the fierce beast suddenly struck.

All the fur on its body stood on end, like countless steel needles, all stabbing into the two men's bodies.