Zhao Rui and Cang Zhenzi stared, dumbfounded, at the enormous Exotic Beast climbing out before them, their hearts pounding in shock.
"Zhao Zhenren, that thing must be a thousand feet tall."
Cang Zhenzi's breathing grew ragged.
When it came to Exotic Beasts, size was its own form of power. It wasn't just about their special abilities; their sheer muscle and bone density were extraordinary.
An ordinary Exotic Beast possessed power comparable to a True Dharma Master. So just how terrifyingly strong was this behemoth before them?
"Call for backup."
Zhao Rui wasn't confident either and quickly dialed Master Qingyang's number.
In just that short moment, the Exotic Beast's head shot out. A single, snow-white horn on its head glinted coldly in the sunlight.
Its entire head was monstrously ugly, resembling a Yaksha or some other foul beast. Its enormous eyes were yellowish-brown, but its tiny pupils were so deep they looked like the dark mouths of caves.
