Moo
The Ice River Mammoth, seeing its charge unexpectedly blocked by the seemingly weak human in front of it, let out a deep angry roar. The crystal-clear curved horn on its forehead, inscribed with ancient inscriptions, emitted a bright light, and a beam of light suddenly shot out.
"Bang!"
Lin Mo's left arm formed a Spiritual Energy Shield, positioned in front of his body to block the beam. With a slight leap, he retreated backwards.
"It can actually use magic attacks?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Lin Mo's face.
"Divine Thought attack!"
A fine needle-like red line silently appeared out of thin air, piercing the head of the Ice River Mammoth without any obstruction. This was a soul attack, and unless possessing special physiology or a treasure that defends against soul attacks, it couldn't be stopped.
"What's going on, this creature actually has no soul?" Lin Mo's expression changed.
