He Bi's speed was both fast and urgent, like a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped on the corridor wall and leaped onto the bloodied mass.
Chu Jiaojiao and Shen Changqing followed closely behind, but their movements were much slower, only trailing far behind.
The heap of blood and flesh lay quietly, seemingly completely dead.
Ji You, Yue Qiyuan, Sheng Qingyan, Liu Fufeng, and Yue Qiguang were all tensely watching the front, not daring to move their eyes even a bit.
Standing on the blood mass, He Bi, gathering all his strength, jumped to the Old Yellow Bull's horn area, and drew his blade to cut. The horn was arguably the hardest part of the Old Yellow Bull, and even under the enormous pressure of spatial overlap, it only had its edges worn away, yet its shape remained that of a horn. It was precisely because of this point that He Bi could successfully locate the Old Yellow Bull's head.
Screech~
