Under the Mo Dao's unceasing strikes, the Drought Fiend sprawled on the ground without moving, even as the wounds on its body multiplied.
It looked as though it had already stopped breathing.
Yet Wang Chen seemed not to notice that this ferocious beast was on the verge of death. With immense patience, he continued attacking, as if he would not rest until he had carved it into countless pieces.
No matter how tough the Drought Fiend's body was or how luxuriant its fur, it could not endure such relentless torment.
Its tightly shut eyes flew open. The claws retracted into its fleshy paws sprang out again, and it suddenly launched itself high into the air, opening its gaping maw and letting out an earth-shaking roar.
Roar—
Amid that roar, brimming with grief, fury, and helplessness, the body of the calamity-class ferocious beast rapidly swelled. Every hair on its body stood on end, the surrounding temperature soared, and even the air seemed about to ignite.
At the sight, Wang Chen's keen instincts issued their most dire warning.
Without hesitation, he withdrew his blade and flew backward.
Boom!
The instant Wang Chen retreated, the Drought Fiend's massive body violently exploded. Countless chunks of flesh, bone, and scorching flame shot in every direction.
A fiery mushroom cloud rose into the air.
Wang Chen felt as if he had been struck head-on by a ten-thousand-jin hammer. His body involuntarily accelerated backward, and the sound of bones breaking came from his chest.
His vision went black, and he spat out blood.
Only after flying twenty or thirty zhang did Wang Chen crash miserably to the ground.
Dust billowed up.
At that moment, the Mo Dao in his hand had shattered into several pieces, leaving him clutching only half a hilt. Both of his arms were