"Damn it, this beast is really relentless."
Qin Yang's thoughts sank, his eyes grew icy as he spoke.
Sword flight demanded immense spiritual power from him at the moment, with every breath depleting large amounts, and he also had to deal with the Silver Horn Leopard's attacks from behind.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Midway through the canyon, behind Qin Yang, the Silver Horn Leopard's body surged with demonic power, condensing into spheres of white light.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The white spheres flew toward Qin Yang like streams of light.
Qin Yang's expression turned cold, his divine sense flared from his brow, his feet rapidly stepped on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, evading and maneuvering in the air. The white spheres, filled with potent demonic power, narrowly missed him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each white sphere slammed into the solid walls of the canyon, then exploded, blasting countless fragments from the cliff face.
Rumble! Rumble!
