Instinctive Consciousness

Moonlight, as icy and sinister as the Netherworld.

It concentrated into a single point, transforming into an arrow of white light.

Faint ripples spread through space as it struck the Elephant Lord's true body with precision, its consciousness returned to chaos.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of pallid rays burst forth, moonlight enveloping everything within a thousand li.

Even the rolling, scorching magma beneath the earth seemed to have formed a layer of white frost on its surface, giving off an eerie, chilling sensation.

"Rooaaar!!"

The Elephant Lord cried out in pain.

It let out a low bellow.

As the light faded, the Undying Xuanming God's full-powered strike had actually failed to pierce through the hundred-zhang golden elephant's body.

A massive crater several meters wide and deep enough to expose bone had appeared on the Elephant Lord's head.

Half an ear was gone!

One eye was gone!!

Brilliant golden blood spilled from the wound!!

It looked utterly miserable, but a body tempered for ten thousand years by the Beast God's Divine Power was tougher than even the divine body of a Seventh Ring deity. Such superficial injuries were not worth mentioning.

"Wound? God? Contamination??"

The Elephant Lord muttered meaningless words.

Instinctively, it circulated the golden Beast God's Divine Power within its body.

In the blink of an eye, flesh wriggled and rapidly regenerated, and its wounds had already returned to normal.

It turned its head and looked down at Yin Ming. Its reddish-gold eyes seemed to briefly regain clarity. "Human!! I can sense dense Vital Essence slumbering within your body. Do you dare compete with me in strength?"

Yin Ming shook his head and said frankly, "I have never tempered this body. In terms of strength, I am far inferior to you."

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