The Water Behemoth was triumphant, feeling that it had heavily wounded the shrew in purple, knocked out the snake spirit in blue, and even swept the bare-footed little girl into the water with a single flick of its tail.
With only a blood-drenched, bloodthirsty fellow left, still holding a broken sword, how could it possibly lose? Looking at his desperate, hanging-by-a-thread wretchedness, he screamed of being a cursed lone star destined to bring ruin to everyone around him; wouldn't it just sweep him to death with a flick of its tail?
Li Xiaoyao stood there with great difficulty, bleeding all over, and looked around.
Chapter 73