Just as Chen Mo was about to unleash his True Essence and finish off the Strange Beast, he abruptly withdrew it. The Strange Beast was stunned by his action. Was this upright ape not going to kill it? Was he going to let it go?
After withdrawing his True Essence, Chen Mo examined the Strange Beast's injuries. He knew that even if he did not kill it now, it would not live much longer. It would only have to endure the pain from its head wound for longer.
If he killed the Strange Beast now, it would count as a good deed—ending its life quickly rather than letting it wait in pain for death to arrive.
However, just as he had been about to unleash his True Essence, a problem occurred to him: how would he explain everything once the others woke up?
If Chen Mo still wanted to play Old Sixth and follow the group as they explored this place, he would need to pretend to be unconscious too. But how could he explain getting from the cave to the cliff above, along with the death of this Strange Beast?
Especially since, after the Jade-colored Skeleton had knocked out the three Xiantian Realm old men in the cave hall, everything that followed had already become far too unrealistic. If Chen Mo had not intervened, that skeleton would have wiped out all three old men.
Therefore, he needed to create a scene—one that would leave room for their imaginations after they woke up, allowing them to rationalize what had happened after the three Xiantian Realm old men lost consciousness. That way, he could muddy the waters and fish for benefits. Otherwise, if those old men started suspecting this and that, then refused to continue the expedition, Chen Mo would be