The power of the Dragon Strike Cannon was already immense, and coupled with Li Yao's current attributes, it was equivalent to the attack strength of a world-level chief—absolutely devastating.
The Flying Demon transformed into a blood glow, melting like ice and snow. Before it could escape far, it dissipated completely, reverting to its original form. The Flying Demon's health suddenly dropped to 1 point, then surged to one-fifth, clearly saved by its near-death skill.
"Ah, I refuse to submit!"
The Flying Demon's wounds sprayed out large amounts of blood once more, its wings flapping quickly, forming a curtain of crimson light that directly enveloped a Paladin who had just recovered and stood back up.
The Paladin swung a Sanction Hammer, the Golden Holy Light Warhammer smashing a hole into the Flying Demon's body. However, the Paladin's own form was quickly drenched in the foul liquid that covered him like an adhesive flow.
