The Beast God did not engage the eight Descendants, preferring to use its body to endure their assaults rather than wasting time counterattacking.
Originally, it planned to stabilize its realm and help Wu Yang together against that white-robed man. Unexpectedly, the Descendants collectively attacked it, making the situation more perilous for it.
Refining and absorbing the Celestial Lightning Dragon within isn't a momentary task; it takes at least half an incense stick's time.
Would the Descendants behind allow it that time? Clearly impossible.
The Beast God had to flee, casting a glance at the Celestial Killing Formation. The white-robed man would have to be handled by Wu Yang. Right now, its life was uncertain; it seemed to have broken through, yet was more dangerous than if it hadn't.
Killing intent swept in, and without pausing, the Beast God distanced itself a hundred miles from Wangyue Peak in the blink of an eye.
Even so, it couldn't shake off the Descendants behind.
