Golden Roc naturally failed to catch Xiong Meng in the end. It was not that he was too slow, but that Guang Chengzi had run a sword through his heart. Though his formidable cultivation kept him from dying, he was badly wounded and no longer in peak condition, so he could only return to the Shang army's camp to recuperate. Besides, he had wounded Guang Chengzi with his claws too. This time, he had suffered at the hands of the Soul-Sapping Bell, but now he knew about it. With precautions in place next time, if Guang Chengzi dared come again, he would make sure the man never returned.
As for the fellow who had rescued Guang Chengzi, Golden Roc had only caught a fleeting glimpse, but he had seen clearly enough: black and white, with thick fur. It was undoubtedly an Iron-Eating Beast.
Rumor had it that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had two Iron-Eating Beast mounts, both of which had participated in the Battle of Zhuolu. One had even exchanged dozens of blows with Yinglong without losing. If the bear that had rescued Guang Chengzi was that one, he would have to be more careful next time.
At that thought, Golden Roc frowned, then clutched his chest, turned, and vanished.
After returning, before tending to his wounds, Golden Roc endured his injuries and helped Wen Zhong slaughter enemies on all sides. Unable to withstand them, the Zhou army once again sounded the retreat and fled in every direction.
This grand undertaking of overthrowing Shang really was proving difficult!
Meanwhile, in the Iron-Eating Forest.
Xiong Meng brought the wounded Guang Chengzi here. After helping him sit down, the bear hurriedly sat behind him, raised both paws, and struck his back.
"Hah!" Xiong Meng cried. Dazzling white light immediately shone from