But how could someone at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection possibly withstand that Third Tier Demon Beast?
After only a few exchanges, he was already losing ground, and the Demon Beast had even clawed a wound across his chest.
Lin Jiaojiao and Zuo Kexin watched anxiously from inside the formation, but neither dared rush out, afraid they would only cause trouble and make an already difficult battle even harder.
Back in his sect, Hu Yucheng had only heard about the ferocity of Third Tier Demon Beasts. But no matter how much he had heard, none of it compared to the terror of experiencing it firsthand.
Still, he was one of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect's favored sons of heaven. He refused to retreat just like that.
He brought out his Magic Treasure again, that black iron Command Token.
He poured a continuous stream of spiritual qi into the Command Token. It immediately blazed with light, shining straight down onto the Demon Beast's head and scorching it crisp outside and tender within.
But before the Demon Beast was completely dead, Hu Yucheng's spiritual qi ran dry.
In the end, he had no choice but to retreat into the formation. Yet before he could reach it, the Demon Beast he had burned half to death suddenly lunged at him from behind.
At that moment, he saw the horror in Zuo Kexin's eyes.
Then a tearing sound came from behind him.
A sword belonging to someone he did not know had pierced the charred wolf, but it had clearly arrived a moment too late.
Under Hu Yucheng's disbelieving gaze, a fiery-red figure slowly fell to the ground.
Blood quickly stained the ground red.
Hu Yucheng held the girl in his arms, his gaze vacant.
But the signs of life in the girl he held