Lin Yu stared intently at the Illusion Beast before him, which was exuding a dim blue glow. His mind raced, and in an instant, he formulated a counter-strategy. The Illusion Beast was fierce and formidable—not an opponent to be easily defeated—but having endured untold hardships to reach this point, there was no retreat. They had no choice but to fight a desperate battle.
Lowering his voice, he quickly spoke to Zhao Hu and Su Yao: "This Illusion Beast is immensely powerful, so we must not panic. Zhao Hu, attack from the left to draw its attention. Su Yao, use your spells from the right to disrupt it, and I will seize the opportunity to find its weak spot and deliver a fatal blow." Hearing this, the two nodded without hesitation and immediately moved to execute the plan.
Zhao Hu let out a roar, wielding his saber like a fierce tiger descending a mountain as he rushed swiftly toward the left side of the Illusion Beast. The Illusion Beast instantly detected the attack, turning its head and opening its blood-smeared maw to unleash a deafening roar. A wave of dim blue Qi swept toward Zhao Hu like a surging tide. Reacting with agility, Zhao Hu sidestepped, letting the Qi wave brush past him. With a sharp "crack," a thick tree nearby was snapped cleanly in half, its surface as smooth as a mirror.
Chapter 117