Yan Luo didn't know what 'demonic creatures' were. To him, there were only prey.
The various abilities of the demonic goat might be tricky, but they weren't beyond dealing with.
Now the demonic goat's hindquarters were severely injured; it wouldn't be easy for it to recover completely. If it had regained mobility, it would've chased after him rather than lying motionless on the ground.
Yan Luo kept his eyes on six directions and his ears on eight, observing the trees around him and listening to the wind flowing between them.
Then, he constructed a three-dimensional figure in his mind.
Thinking of this, Yan Luo began to run.
He transformed into a lumberjack, dashing around the demonic goat, swinging his axe to cut the support points at the bottom of the tree trunks.
"The tree's falling!"
With that shout, Yan Luo pushed the already precarious trees and started running again.
The trees fell in succession towards the demonic goat.
