C2989 Holy Sword of the King

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Ji Mong, the Demon Saint, casually stretched his limbs, releasing a series of crackles reminiscent of rolling thunder. His expression conveyed sheer impatience as he icily remarked, "Are you little pests trying to tickle me?"

The onslaught from the Primordial Thunder Hawk and the Golden Roc intensified, yet their razor-sharp strikes failed to penetrate his defenses