The arrow struck Di Kun near its hind leg, greatly impairing its mobility. Blood streamed continuously from the wound. Its pair of crystalline red eyes fixed on Lu Xiaotian with towering fury. If rage could kill, Lu Xiaotian would probably have died several times over by now.
Lu Xiaotian stared coldly back at Di Kun and once again nocked an arrow. If one failed to kill a snake, one would be bitten in return. Now that Di Kun was wounded and slowed, it was the perfect time to strike while it was sick and take its life. How could Lu Xiaotian possibly hesitate because of this demon beast's fury?
The upper part of Di Kun's right hind leg had been badly injured. It could not possibly fight as nimbly as before in the short term, much less pursue Lu Xiaotian. After wounding Di Kun with a single arrow, Lu Xiaotian's confidence had also risen sharply.
Ordinarily, when a demon beast was injured, its desire to survive would usually prevail even amid its anger. This was especially true of demon beasts with greater intelligence. Di Kun was undoubtedly a standout among demon beasts of its rank, yet it showed no intention of fleeing. Instead, its crystalline red eyes looked upon Lu Xiaotian as though he were already a corpse.
Lu Xiaotian frowned, instinctively sensing that something was amiss. But the arrow was already on the string and had to be loosed. Even if he wished to turn and leave, Di Kun would have to agree first—and the answer was plainly no.
Then fight.
Before Lu Xiaotian could fire the next Dan Yuan Fire Flood Dragon Arrow, Di Kun's abdomen suddenly churned, making bubbling sounds within.
Lu Xiaotian was somewhat surprised, unsure what trick this demon beast intended to pull. No matter