Miao Ruolin and the others' eyes lit up when they heard that. Just now, they had focused only on attacking the Demon-Horned Horse's vital points, but the beast's hide was thick and its flesh tough. On top of that, their Primordial Spirits had been damaged, and they were still far from recovered. Their ability to control their magical artifacts in battle had been greatly reduced, so killing the Demon-Horned Horse in a short time was unrealistic.
But if they settled for second best, injuring the Demon-Horned Horse and concentrating their attacks on one spot, it would not be too difficult.
"You're a smart kid. If we can kill the Demon-Horned Horse this time, I'll credit you with a merit," Miao Ruolin shouted. "Watch where I attack, then follow up."
With that, Miao Ruolin controlled the Water-Cold Thorn to spin once in midair before stabbing toward the joint of the Demon-Horned Horse's foreleg. After three strikes in succession, the beast's vital points were no longer under attack, and its desperate charge slackened somewhat. But its left foreleg was suddenly assaulted. Once again, the attack struck a joint, and the black Demon-Horned Horse began struggling fiercely.
A strange look flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face. He was a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, yet Miao Ruolin had directly called him "you kid." The more he thought about it, the stranger it felt.
Still, this place seemed somewhat strange. It appeared to be the territory of the Flying Cavalry Tribe. With the situation unclear, Lu Xiaotian did not want to cause too much commotion. He would first learn the general circumstances before deciding what to do.
While Lu Xiaotian held one corner of the large net, another frail young cultivator could hold on no longer. Under the Demon-Horned Horse's violent struggles, he staggered and