A weak aura emanated from the body of the Ancient Magical Spirit Beast, its form trembling slightly. After a brief struggle, it fell heavily to the ground.
Upon witnessing this, Ding Fan's eyes filled with surprise and joy. To be honest, Ding Fan had spent a lot of time and energy on this Ancient Magical Spirit Beast. Now that it finally couldn't hold on, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuge Qing turned his gaze towards Ding Fan's direction. When their eyes met, Ding Fan's lips curled subtly, and he said to Zhuge Qing:
"Brother Zhuge, let's take a look together at why this Ancient Magical Spirit Beast is so formidable?"
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Zhuge Qing nodded slowly.
As Ding Fan and Zhuge Qing were conversing, Xia Ling and the Yuan brothers were shocked to speak:
"That Ancient Magical Spirit Beast was subdued by Brother Ding and the others? It's unbelievable, who would have thought that such a powerful beast would meet such an end!"
