With three moves of Heavenly-level martial technique, the beast, already hanging by a thread, didn't stand a chance.
BOOM! With a thunderous sound, its four limbs collapsed completely, its head cracked open, and a mixture of fresh blood and brain matter spilled out. It was utterly finished.
What the heck, why is it so weak? Wang Zhan almost couldn't accept this reality. I just switched fists! I haven't even used a major technique yet! Can't you last a bit longer?
Before Wang Zhan could react, his somewhat rigid clone charged over again, grabbed him, and sped away.
Suddenly, a delicate shout pierced the air again.
"Wang Zhan!"
The little brat's expression froze, then turned slightly frosty.
