Moreover, on such a large-scale battlefield, the powerful mixed mana fluctuations and pressure made all the monks feel a strong suppression, yet San seemed unaffected. Although he was often knocked over, he still ran swiftly as if hanging upside down, coming and going like the wind.
Not just that, amidst the scenes of light and darkness under various mana attacks, the mist and smoke conjured by others' spells couldn't obscure him at all. The gravity of this space seemed nonexistent to him.
Even Feng Yin's troublesome Phoenix Divine Light couldn't suppress San's speed in galloping and leaping. Without this capability, it would have been hard for him to keep entangled under Feng Yin's suppression earlier.
That's why San looked so lovable, truly worthy of being called a Divine Beast. He was already considering how to persuade Chun Tian to give him this mount. At the very least, even making San a common mount would suffice for him to use.
