The Bone Dragon felt utterly stifled. His strength had originally been about equal to the Golden Gu Demon Monk's, if not a hair greater. But his opponent had a fifth-grade medicinal pill—a treasure that only a fifth-grade Pill Saint could refine.
How could the Bone Dragon accept losing to an external aid like that? Yet no matter how furious he felt, he could do nothing to change his predicament: he was stuck taking a beating.
One or two attacks wouldn't have been enough to cripple him, but the Golden Gu Demon Monk's blows came crashing down like a landslide. In just a short while, the Bone Dragon had taken dozens of hits.
Small losses added up. The damage to the Bone Dragon had become impossible to ignore, and his battered skeletal body was riddled with holes of all sizes.
Not only had his body grown far less agile, but more and more Buddhist energy had invaded it. Fear began to stir in the Bone Dragon's heart.
If the fight continued like this, the opponent's medicinal pill might not even wear off before he could no longer hold out. The useless Wind-Scorpion Stone Demon was trapped in the talisman formation and couldn't escape anytime soon. With all outside support cut off, the Bone Dragon was already thinking of retreating.
But even if he wanted to withdraw now, the Golden Gu Demon Monk would have to let him. The Bone Demon army under his command was a lesser concern; the real problem was that he couldn't escape himself.
The monk's staff came crashing down again and again. The Golden Gu Demon Monk wielded the Mahā Subduing Demon Staff Technique, and the surging power of its laws drove his attacks to their utmost might, each strike heavier than the last.
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