Yet there wasn't even time for an expression change before the next moment—this black line was about to pierce through his body.
"A beast is ultimately just a beast!"
Just then, Li Fan's cold voice suddenly rang out.
A hand came from behind, firmly snatching the black line.
Roar!
A sound like a collision between mountains and seas emanated from the black line.
The Twelve True Immortals suddenly felt as though thunder was resounding in their ears, making them dizzy and dazed. Shi Qiwen, the closest, felt as if he were under a heavy strike. His insights on the Dao Path seemed to fade away amidst the mighty roar.
Fortunately, the Twelve True Immortals shared their lives. With the help of the other eleven, Shi Qiwen barely managed to survive.
The terror of the primordial creature was evident.
But the beast in Li Fan's hands couldn't move at all.
It could only keep letting out threatening roars.
