Xu Yuan's last Sword Qi had only left a slight white mark on the creature.
"What is this thing?"
As Xu Yuan's face filled with puzzlement, he also sensed a deep danger emerging from within his heart.
The creature before him, resembling both a pig and a crocodile, gave him a very bad feeling.
"This is a Zhu Paolong, also known as a Great Flying Column. Legend has it that it's the result of a Flood Dragon failing its tribulation,"
came An Yulan's voice from above him.
The next moment, the ceiling above Xu Yuan's head suddenly burst into bright light, igniting layers of spiritual light.
Then, the girl, wielding her Daoist Sword, broke through the ceiling and arrived.
Upon seeing him and the beast-eared girl he was holding, a look of surprise clearly flashed across An Yulan's face.
Then, a mixture of helplessness and contempt appeared in her lively eyes, "As expected of junior brother, enjoying wherever you go. Even at this time, you still have the mood to flirt with a girl."