Faced with Long Yan's provocation, a trace of anger flickered in Zhao Wuhun's blood-red eyes. Although Demon Beasts generally lacked human understanding, even he could comprehend such a simple gesture from Long Yan now.
The magic gun in Long Yan's hand trembled in the air, then countless spear lights exploded, mixed with endless force, violently crashing into Zhao Wuhun's body.
The originally massive body trembled, large claws raised high in the air, yet Long Yan's determined attack had no effect at all. However, where the magic gun struck, it created a massive hollow, and green blood sprayed out like a fountain from the wound.
"What the hell, are you made of iron?"
Surprise flickered in Long Yan's eyes, but the giant claw was already upon him, accompanied by a whooshing wind, striking toward Long Yan. The force contained within made Long Yan's heart race with panic.
