Duan Xiaoxiao glanced back, gritted her teeth, and charged toward An Yang as well, shouting, "Mr. An, it hasn't reached the peak of its power yet! Let's attack it together with everything we've got. We might still be able to beat it!"
The pig demon had clearly understood her words. It threw back its head and howled before charging straight at her!
Duan Xiaoxiao ran faster and faster, quickly reaching An Yang. She brought her feet together to brake, but still slid several meters across the ground before coming to a stop!
She was just about to stand shoulder to shoulder with An Yang when she suddenly turned around—only to see him already stepping forward! That utterly ordinary step seemed to carry an unstoppable force. Even the dust and small stones on the ground moved with it, faintly pressing toward the pig demon.
The pig demon, meanwhile, charged over like a high-speed train. Its momentum looked even more ferocious.
"No!"
Duan Xiaoxiao took the golden ring from her hand and was just about to rush forward to help An Yang when a glance from the corner of her eye suddenly left her rooted to the spot.
Xuanzang stood there in tattered clothes, disheveled and dull-witted, his hands clasped together as if worrying that An Yang would be smashed to pieces by the pig demon.
Perhaps he himself had not noticed that behind him, a beam of golden light shot ten thousand zhang into the sky. Within that golden radiance stood a monk wearing kasaya robes with a shaved head. He looked very young, yet his bearing was solemn and dignified, and his face radiated wisdom!
"Ah!"
Duan Xiaoxiao immediately covered her mouth and turned away.
But with that turn, she saw An Yang grab the pig demon's tusk with one