"Jujube Steed, whoa—"
Zi Juan gripped the reins of the jujube-red steed beneath her, narrowed her eyes, and came to a stop before looking back.
"Umu Dabrutu."
In the hand not holding the reins, she still held the spear she had wielded all her life.
One zhang, one chi, one cun—not a fraction off. There were no fewer than eighty enemy generals who had died beneath this Slanted Pine Silver-Tip Spear.
But the blood staining this spear now was no longer human blood.
Umu Dabrutu, the monster known as the Raging Gale, was considered a particularly unusual one even among the eleven Demonic Beasts created by Tiamat, each possessing strength comparable to a god.
Its body was perpetually shrouded in violent winds, granting it incredible speed. No one had ever been able to kill it, so naturally, no one knew what appearance lay hidden beneath that raging gale.
This terrifying Demonic Beast had originally been subdued by Marduk. But because it was too terrifying, Marduk had sealed it away in the Underworld, where it was tasked with guarding Abzu's corpse—a deep, secluded region even Ereshkigal had been unwilling to descend into.
Yet now, with both Tiamat and Abzu revived, it had appeared here once more.
".Troublesome."
Zi Juan gritted her teeth. The area around her and Jujube Steed had already been enveloped by violent winds, forming a storm-like barrier that trapped her within.
She could not escape.
Zi Juan was not a Rider. Though her mount possessed impressive speed, escaping this situation through speed alone was nothing short of a fantasy.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Within the storm barrier, a wild howl gradually drew nearer. Zi Juan's gaze turned dangerous as she looked toward the source of that howl.
It was a roar like an eagle's cry, yet somewhat like a