"Damn."
Du Yu listened to Little Fen Yang's translation and couldn't help but click his tongue in awe.
The Ancient Niuniu is really something else!
Just in terms of pure strength, the Ancient Niuniu was clearly at a disadvantage.
Just now, its Demon Breath Battle Robe was already covered in cracks.
But the Celestial Cyan Porcelain's robe didn't even have a scratch—rock solid, seemingly unshakable.
No doubt about it,
The Ancient Niuniu's horn attack Demon Skill was all about control and knockback, far more than pure damage output.
And even in this situation, the Ancient Niuniu still insisted on slugging it out.
It absolutely insisted on a head-to-head!
This wasn't just about brute force anymore, this was straight-up asking for a beating.
So violent, so crazed.
It's basically a freaking mad bull...
"Pa!" Got whipped? You got it!
The Celestial Cyan Porcelain looked pissed, swinging her long dragon tail viciously.
"Pa!" Want a smack? You get smacked!
