Ten Great Fierce Beasts, Ranked Tenth

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Vina's departure from the battlefield instantly turned what had been a three-against-one situation for Long Zhantian and Chen Yu into two against one, sharply increasing the pressure on them.

The ever-present scent of blood drifting across the battlefield made everyone's throats tighten.

The Fierce Beast on the other side, Demon Spirit, possessed cultivation exceeding two hundred thousand years.

It was an exceedingly mysterious existence among the Fierce Beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest, and no one had ever been able to say exactly what its true form was.

Long Zhantian's gaze remained fixed on the front, his brows tightly furrowed.

Beads of sweat slid down from his temples, lingered briefly at his chin, then fell to the ground and kicked up a small puff of dust.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Chen Yu beside him.

Chen Yu did not look well either. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and the wings on his back were slightly spread as he remained on high alert.

Demon Spirit's form remained shrouded in a layer of grayish-white mist.

Like a constantly flowing cloak, its figure would sometimes stretch out, sometimes contract, sometimes drift half a zhang to the left, and sometimes flicker several feet to the right. Its movements followed no fixed pattern.

Demon Spirit constantly prowled between the two of them, launching surprise attacks from time to time.

Either a sharp wooden spike would silently thrust up from beneath their feet, or several strands of spiritual power would slash toward their Seas of Consciousness.

Or else a grayish-white phantom would suddenly appear at their side, extend its claws, and instantly retreat into the mist.

Chen Yu spread the wings behind his back. Each time they folded and unfurled, they stirred