Carrying the aura of the mid Half-Emperor Realm, the Primal Qilin descended upon the battlefield. Wherever it passed, the air seemed sliced by invisible blades, emitting sharp, hissing sounds. Its scales gleamed with an archaic and mystical luster, making it particularly striking across the dust-choked battlefield.
The moment it landed, the Primal Qilin let out a powerful roar. Resembling rolling thunder, the roar echoed across the battlefield, leaving the surrounding soldiers' ears ringing and their minds reeling. Its gaze locked tightly onto Moxu, the murderous intent in its eyes like tangible blades, as if it intended to tear him to a thousand pieces and smash his body to pulp.
Sensing the Primal Qilin's formidable aura, Moxu's expression instantly darkened like water. As a cultivator in the early Half-Emperor Realm, his innate pride made it impossible for him to retreat easily. Yet he could clearly feel that the Primal Qilin before him was also a Half-Emperor, and its presence suggested it was a minor realm higher than his own, having reached the mid Half-Emperor Realm!
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