With Qin Fengming's experience, he naturally knew that the already grievously wounded ancient beast was surely in an extremely poor state. If he gave it his all now, he might truly be able to slay the enormous Flash Scale Beast, which was over a hundred zhang long.
The temptation of slaying a mature ancient beast—especially one over a hundred zhang long—was almost impossible for Qin Fengming to suppress.
But Qin Fengming knew all too well that, at this moment, aside from the spiritual power in his Pill Sea, which was being rapidly replenished by the liquid from the little gourd and thus required no concern at all, his physical strength and soul power were both nearly exhausted.
In such a state, he absolutely could not support another fierce battle.
If he encountered another swarm of Yellow Eel Beasts now, he no longer had the strength to fight them. There would be no doubt that he would perish among the swarm.
The Flash Scale Beast could barely continue fighting at this point, and neither could he.
Forcing himself to endure his body and mind teetering on the brink of collapse, Qin Fengming gritted his teeth and persisted in flying another ten thousand li. Then his body suddenly tilted, and he plunged onto an island several hundred li across.
His entire body went limp, as if his hands and feet no longer belonged to him.
He lay sprawled on his back and became motionless in a valley strewn with rocks.
If he had still been fleeing while being pursued by that beast, Qin Fengming might have been able to persist for another hour or two. But once he realized that the beast could no longer pursue him, the breath he had been holding in his heart relaxed, and an irresistible wave of