Roar!
The Ghost Corpse King let out another shrill howl.
Rather than frightening everyone into retreat, the sound made the eyes of several people who were nearly unable to hold on grow even more resolute.
The more frenzied the Ghost Corpse King became, the closer they were to killing it.
Clang, clang, clang...
Qin Shaofeng's attacks arrived again.
Qin Shaofeng also knew that the people of the Three Continents could not hold out for much longer.
The more that was the case, the sharper his attacks became.
Especially since he no longer concealed much in his attacks.
Amid the thunderous blasts, a crack actually appeared in the Ghost Corpse King's head.
So what if it was the Ghost Corpse King?
As a member of the Ghost Corpse Race, no matter how human-like it appeared, it was still something like a stone man.
Once Qin Shaofeng's attack landed, the crack on its head spread from the crown all the way down to its chin.
It was clear that he only needed a little more time to completely kill the Ghost Corpse King.
But at that moment, some of the Three Continents' people whose exhaustion had become too severe began coughing up blood.
"Can you still hold on? I need to continue recovering," Qin Shaofeng could not help asking.
Although he was asking, he did not wait for anyone to answer before swallowing a medicinal pill and picking up the crystal again.
"We can hold on. Do your best!"
The Nihility Realm Mid-stage expert, whose face had already turned pale as paper, shouted.
His voice was hoarse to the extreme.
It was imaginable that before long, he would likely run dry like an oil lamp and die.
Yet he still spoke those words without hesitation.
Even Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er could not