As for the Red Flower Buddha, it had already transformed into blood-red flesh lumps of various sizes, scattering in all directions.
Among them, the largest lump of flesh pierced through the Gang Wind and astonishingly surged toward Falling Dragon Mountain.
Yi Chen swept his mind over the stream of flooding information flashing before his eyes, his expression froze for a moment before the corner of his mouth involuntarily curved slightly upward.
On Falling Dragon Mountain, Yuan Jun sat calmly on the edge of a cliff. A strange beast—the corpse of a river horse—lay obediently a hundred meters away from her, its massive mouth opening and closing ceaselessly.
The river horse beast's tusks had two immense hollowed-out pancakes hanging from them, which it kept trying to bite into but could never succeed.
At this moment, a sudden streak of streaming light flashed by. Yi Chen's figure abruptly appeared in front of the river horse beast.
