Seeing such a huge black dog before us, Mao Jing and I were dumbfounded.
Its black fur gleamed, its head was as large as a washbasin, and its upright ears framed bloodshot eyes filled with savagery.
Its fangs flickered in and out of view at the corners of its mouth as it let out a low "Wooo, wooo, wooo." Waves of oppressive energy radiated from the massive black dog...
How could an ordinary dog grow this large?
It looked even bigger than a Saint Bernard, about the size of a small calf...
A demon. The thought instantly surfaced in my mind.
But how could we have imagined there would be a demon in a place like this?
Demons before us and ghosts behind us—Mao Jing and I did not dare move recklessly.
Behind us, more than a dozen white paper figures were drawing ever closer.
Once again, we had fallen into a desperate situation.
Seeing this, Mao Jing gave a bitter smile.
"This time, we really might be done for."
We were both at the end of our strength and could no longer fight.
We could not even deal with the white paper figures behind us anymore, and now there was this black dog demon blocking our path. We were probably doomed.
Despair filled my heart as well, but I was not someone who simply accepted whatever came my way.
Even in a hopeless situation, I wanted to fight for a chance. Even if only one of us could survive, it was worth trying.
With that thought, I gritted my teeth and raised the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword.
"Mao Jing, take Zhang Yuchen and go. I'll hold them off..."
"What are you thinking? If we leave, we leave together!"
With that, Mao Jing moved to put Zhang Yuchen down.
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