The Burdensome Deadweight
Great King of Hundred Hills was no fool.
The real reason he had assumed his true form was not to take a beating more effectively, but because both his defense and strength would increase drastically.
Beasts only took human form for convenience. Only by returning to their true forms could they truly unleash their strength.
Sure enough, after enduring the sneak attacks of Jun Changxiao and Little Dragon Dragon, Great King of Hundred Hills only bore faint wounds on the surface, while his body suffered no serious harm.
"Huff, huff!"
He clasped his fists together and smashed them fiercely toward the Space Barrier.
What Great King of Hundred Hills needed to do now was not fight, but break the Formation as quickly as possible and escape this unfavorable situation!
Five Absolutes Evil Saint was no weaker than he was.
There were also Jun Changxiao's shells, along with Little Dragon Dragon and Little Demoness, waiting to serve him at any moment.
Forget Great King of Hundred Hills—even Great King of Thousand Hills would meet a tragic end if this dragged on long enough.
"Bang!"
After assuming his true form, his strength had increased noticeably. The shockwave from this punch against the barrier was even fiercer than before!
"Sect Master!"
Zhen Dejun transmitted, "I can't hold on much longer!"
The Dragon-Trapping Grand Formation was meant for trapping. If the opponent continued bombarding it with overwhelming power, its foundations would inevitably be shaken.
"Whoosh!"
Ding Xingwang charged over, ready to unleash a palm strike!
"Hufff—"
A massive hand swept toward him on a wild gale.
"Whoosh!"
Ding Xingwang hastily dodged aside, his brows knitting as he thought, This fellow's strength is even greater than before!
"Die!"
Great King of Hundred Hills spread his other massive hand and struck toward Little