Chapter 8 A Magical Beast That Doesn't Use Magic_3

The centaur priest was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his beloved pet, which had been beaten out of shape. The spark and black smoke coming from the beak of the carved tooth beast had turned into a black mass by the nosebleeds, with only its four trembling hooves proving its only existence.

The centaur priest Puyol's hands were trembling.

The surrounding priests all had a dull look in their eyes and were stunned, staring incredulously at the Frost Snow Pichu Beast with excessive strength.

The wrinkle-squeezed, eyebrow-less eye socket of the Great Shaman Wei An suddenly twitched severely and squinted into a line.

A kangaroo priest from the Saint Kailu clan, with a gaping mouth that couldn't close for a while, mumbled like a stroke, "This little magical beast actually knows how to use our Kangaroo Clan's "boxing"!"

"My Guoguo has only used half of his strength." Liu Zhenhan looked at the tall Saint Kailu priest with a humble smile: "I'm sorry, we forgot to wear the boxing glove."