Kui Niu: Death or Freedom?

The Ghost King's face in midair seemed to turn several shades paler!

But at last, after trembling violently, the red barrier did not break. Instead, it gradually steadied, while the ancient cauldron beneath the Ghost King's feet seemed to shine even more brilliantly!

"Rrraargh~~ Rrraargh~ Rrraargh~~"

The enraged Kui Niu had nearly gone mad. As thunderclaps exploded across the sky, its entire body glowed with azure light, and it rammed again and again into the enormous wall of light that held it captive.

Wind and rain howled between heaven and earth, as if even the Thunder God in the highest heavens were roaring in fury!

Each peal of thunder shook Liubo Mountain and the entire sea!

Beneath this immense power of heaven and earth, the red wall of light—and even the ancient cauldron suspended in the sky—remained unshaken, their origins unknown. Gradually, they even suppressed the strange beast's fierce momentum.

Time slipped by, and the strange beast's collisions grew weaker and weaker. But the Demon Cult seemed to be faring poorly as well. The Ghost King, standing atop the ancient cauldron in midair, was in relatively better shape; his face was merely pale. Clearly, even with the aid of that strange magical cauldron, containing an ancient beast like this was no easy feat.

Of the dozens of black-clad figures on the ground, more than half had already fallen. The two immense forces had shaken them to death. The survivors were staggering about, and only a few with profound cultivation still managed to hold their positions around the barrier.

The wind and rain that had filled the sky gradually began to abate, as if foretelling what was to come.

At last, after one final futile collision, the Kui Niu panted and let out a low growl. It stood where it was,