The ferocious demonic winds converged at a single point, forming a massive tornado that surged toward Lin Chang'sheng and his group.
"Break!"
Gu Shan threw out a punch, fist aura shining with blinding light, as if an ancient deity had descended—majestic and awe-inspiring.
This punch was none other than the Ancient Divine Fist.
BOOM—
In an instant, the golden fist aura slammed into the enormous demonic wind, erupting with an earth-shattering roar, making it seem like the entire mountain range trembled in response.
When the thunderous sound finally faded, the demonic wind had already been shattered by the fist aura, which, without losing momentum, crashed directly into the Golden Lion's body.
With a single punch, it was sent flying.
"A Tier Seven Spirit Beast!"
Gu Shan murmured to himself, having already gauged these two ferocious beasts' cultivation with one blow.
