"Martial Saint, this Demon Beast has reached the Martial Saint Level, which is truly rare."
Jiang Shi had already dragged the massive Demon Beast from the ground, circling around it, feeling a heavy weight settle in his heart.
Where did this come from?
It's a pity this Demon Beast's size is so gigantic; it's too conspicuous to use as a mount, but it would have been great otherwise.
Suddenly, Jiang Shi thought of the monster's True Blood and quickly turned back to the carriage, intending to grab a knife for dissection.
As he turned, shock appeared on his face.
He saw that some of the venom previously sprayed from the serpent-headed monster had, indeed, fallen onto his fine horse, which now lay on the ground, convulsing violently, neighing in agony, with white foam pouring from its mouth, on the verge of death.
Jiang Shi's heart filled with shock and anger.
Damn it, despite all precautions!
His fine horse was still hit.
