Lin Chen fixed his gaze, and his pupils almost split in shock.
He had always seen demons on television, but now, for the first time, he was facing a real demon.
The Demon Bull's eyes were deep and terrifying, its horns more than twice the length of Xiaobai's, utterly pitch-black.
Even from a distance, its demonic king aura was palpable.
When the Demon Bull appeared, Lin Chen vaguely heard the sound of dragging chains and a cow's bellow, then he looked more closely.
The shadow of the Demon Bull was enshrouded with ten chains of sealing, its eyes like burning blood moons.
Seeing the moment had come, Xiaobai let out a bellow.
Lin Chen stared intently; he had already guessed this fifth skill was an active skill.
With Xiaobai's bellow, the ancient Demon Bull ancestor spirit bound by chains above its head roared to the sky, then broke two of the shortest chains and made a diving charge motion.
At that moment, the presence of the Demon Bull dominated the whole scene.
