"How long have we been fighting?"
"I don't know."
"Is it already at the limit?"
"Perhaps..."
"Missing an arm is quite a hindrance, such a pity, just a little more..."
"If only the Creator Immortal Venerable were a bit more diligent."
The voice gradually grew low, yet Jun Weizhi was unwilling, struggling to lift his head.
The thousand-zhang monster was already battered, with several gigantic wounds almost splitting it in half. Out of its dozen slender joints, less than half remained, covered with scars of all kinds, its breath fluctuating, mere moments from demise.
The most crucial part was that after countless attacks, everyone had locked onto its Spirit Core. Once broken, they could truly kill the monster. But...
Jun Weizhi sighed again, then his entire body was flung upwards.
