The Wolf King's predicament was exactly the same as Meng Chao's just now.
It was even more perilous than Meng Chao's had been.
The entire weight of the Fusion Beast hung from its thin, long tentacles, which were wrapped tightly around his ankles. The sounds of metal fatigue and bones being crushed could be heard clearly from where they were entwined.
The beast seemed to know that its end was near and wanted only to drag the Wolf King down to the grave with it.
Its hundred-odd slender limbs danced wildly in the abyss. From deep within its torn-apart body came a vicious "squeak, squeak" of laughter. The already shattered totems on its shell still gleamed with eerie light, sending wave after wave of terrifying ripples toward the Wolf King.
The Wolf King split the Sixfold Massacre Battle Blade again.
The six throwing knives once more became six streaks of scarlet lightning, stabbing fiercely into the Fusion Beast.
But after the battle just now, the Wolf King's Spiritual Energy reserves were insufficient, and he could no longer unleash the full power of the Sixfold Massacre Battle Blade.
The Sixfold Massacre Battle Blade could no longer neatly chop the Fusion Beast into pieces. It could only pierce through its body again and again, punching one transparent hole after another through it.
But the Fusion Beast was already riddled with holes to begin with. It did not care whether its honeycomb-like body gained one more hole or a hundred more.
Yet its weight, the kinetic force generated by its violent struggles, and the Spiritual Energy ripples created as the Wolf King stirred Totem Power caused the spiderweb cracks across the rock wall he clung to to grow deeper and denser.
Fist-sized chunks of gravel continuously burst from the rock wall, brushing past