Tough beast

The creature snarled, its throat vibrating with a guttural, bone-chilling sound that reverberated through the desolate land.

Its elongated snout twisted upward, eyes gleaming with a strange intelligence, but the cultivator remained unfazed.

Hovering high in the air, he merely sneered, his grip tightening around his sword.

He did not waste his breath on words. Words were useless against a mindless beast.

Instead, his body blurred as he moved, and his sword flashed down from the heavens like a divine judgment.

A streak of light cut through the air, whistling with deadly precision.

Yet the ground beast below moved with an unnatural swiftness. Its monstrous form twisted and rolled, narrowly evading the strike.

The earth split apart where the attack landed, a deep fissure forming in the ground, but the creature was untouched.

The cultivator frowned slightly.