Lu Ping's figure was extremely fast, with a whooshing sound, he dodged the opponent's attack.
What followed was a wave of stench sweeping around, dispersing in the surroundings, making the air somewhat pungent.
The demon beast missed biting Lu Ping and didn't attack again. Instead, it coiled its body, with its head held high, staring down at Lu Ping with a overlooking posture.
The pair of eyes, barrel-sized and cross-shaped in dark green, flashed with icy coldness, which made Lu Ping furrow his brows, feeling uncomfortable.
Particularly, the giant silver horn on its head, more than ten feet long, slanted towards the sky like an ice cone, was extraordinarily sharp.
This obvious demon beast trait quickly reminded Lu Ping of something.
"This is a Silver-Horned Ink Flood Dragon!"
After facing this demon beast and confronting it for a while, Lu Ping recognized its origins.
