Changes Among the Southern Wilderness Demon Race

The two Demon Kings fought the Lofty Brow Sect cultivators separately on the Sky Swallowing Beast's back and before its forehead. The one suffering most, naturally, was Little Three, the Sky Swallowing Beast itself. Its head and back were under relentless attack, some pains like fine needles pricking its body—not fatal, but excruciatingly sharp.

"Wooo—"

The Sky Swallowing Beast howled in pain without pause. For the moment, it could not care about eating. It flew wildly up and down, leaving the barren valley region and rampaging through the mountain range.

Boom... Boom...

Some peaks were smashed down by its body, while others were swept over by its tail. Yet this was utterly useless against those on its head and back.

"Wuuuh..."

The Sky Swallowing Beast suddenly accelerated toward the sky, then violently flipped over, turning its back toward the ground and diving diagonally downward.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The Sky Swallowing Beast's back struck the ground. Amid earth-shattering tremors, its back scraped against the earth as it writhed and darted forward. Mountains continually collapsed in its wake, while rocky peaks shattered beneath its blows.

Such a horrifying scene was simply too terrifying for ordinary demons and spirit monsters. Most fled as far as they could. The Demon Race revered strength, but everyone still cherished their lives. Since the Demon Kings had not ordered them to join the battle, they naturally ran far away, with the excuse that they could not possibly help in such a clash.

The pavilions and towers that had once stood on the Sky Swallowing Beast's back had long since been mostly destroyed. Now that its back was pressed to the earth, Ji Yuan and the other two, hidden beneath the Great Void Law, were unaffected. The enormous leopard, meanwhile, clung tightly to the Sky Swallowing Beast's back