"The Bronze Formation was broken so easily... then come on, beast!"
Zhou Jiuya frowned deeply and lowered his face, silently mouthing.
In an instant, he unfurled the five-meter-long Qingming River Painting in front of him. It was like bullfighting, with the matador waving a red cloth before the enraged Mad Bull, waiting for it to charge.
The graceful scroll curled in mid-air, forming a circle that wrapped around Zhou Jiuya, ensuring that the Little Nian Beast wouldn't suddenly change its attack direction.
But the Little Nian Beast, upon seeing the bustling street scene in the painting, suddenly halted its charge. Its paws braced against the ground, kicking up a tide of dirt before it twisted in mid-air like a cannonball, darting sideways.
"Running?"
Zhou Jiuya's expression turned grim.
"Boom... boom——!"
