Under the relentless slashes of the blade, the Drought Demon lying prone on the ground remained motionless, even as more and more wounds appeared on its body.
It seemed to be on its last breath.
However, Wang Chen acted as if he hadn't noticed that this fiend beast was on the brink of death, patiently continuing his attack, as though he wouldn't stop until it was cut into countless pieces.
No matter how tough the Drought Demon's body was, or how dense its fur, it could not withstand such endless torment.
Suddenly, its tightly closed eyes snapped open, the claws retracted within its palms sprung out once more, and it leapt up high into the air, opening its bloody maw to let out a earth-shattering roar.
Roar～
In this roar filled with sorrow and powerlessness, the body of this catastrophic-level fiend beast rapidly expanded, each hair on its body stood on end, and the surrounding temperature sharply rose, as if the very air would ignite.
