Clearly, it never expected Lin Dong to return to the 'Thunder Well' to meet his death.
"Roar~~~" With its roar, terrifying spiritual power reverberated, causing the entire Thunder Well to distort, lightning interweaving, as if even time itself was being warped by this force.
Lin Dong took a deep breath, confronting this unidentified Pixiu form creature.
Unlike the demon beasts in the outside world, Lin Dong could communicate with it.
This unidentified creature and humans had entirely different languages.
Obviously, it didn't know human language, so against such an opponent, words were unnecessary; only strength could conquer.
He concentrated his mind, mobilizing the immense spiritual power within him.
A spiritual power of the forty-fifth rank was considered outstanding in the entire history of human spiritual power monks, but in the face of this ghost beast, Lin Dong dared not be careless.
"Come on!"
