The Fire Qilin lowered its head and found its claws gone, completely bare, then it flew out sideways, its scale armor shattered by the young man's use of Yimu Palm, blood drenching its entire body.
Clang!
Its helmet was dented, followed by three consecutive strikes, causing cracks in its skull.
In a moment, the Fire Qilin was severely injured, four of its ribs were broken, and a fist-sized hole appeared in its abdomen, coughing up blood profusely.
"Move aside!" the Black Roc King spoke; it and the Fire Qilin are both massive creatures, unable to squeeze together in battle.
It hovered in the air like a black sun, and then swooped down as fast as lightning.
Qin Ming drew his sword, not daring to underestimate this Black Roc, knowing its extreme ferocity.
With a clang, this time he cut through the black light surrounding it, which was a mixture of evil Qi, Heavenly Light, and demon energy, something an ordinary Outer Saint could never penetrate.
