Cai Zhenyu swung onto his Windchaser Horse, and just as his fingers tightened around the reins, he instinctively glanced back.
Everyone in the clearing had already fled. Only Qi Tian remained standing where he was, while the Crimson-Scaled Beast slowly advanced toward him, one step at a time. Yet Qi Tian still hadn't moved an inch.
Cai Zhenyu's heart shook violently.
He had deliberately invited Qi Tian to join the team in the first place to test his true strength. But he had never expected Qi Tian to face a berserk late-stage second-rank demonic beast without even taking a step back.
Was he truly that fearless, or had he been scared witless?
As Cai Zhenyu was still pondering this, the Crimson-Scaled Beast was already less than a zhang from Qi Tian. Its massive body suddenly dropped low. Its hind legs slammed against the ground, and it shot toward Qi Tian like a streak of crimson lightning!
And then—
Qi Tian ran.
Yes, he ran.
