Pain!
Tearing, burning, slicing...
All manner of pain surged over him like a tide.
Deeper still, however, his entire body felt as though it had been cooked through, leaving him utterly numb.
Fang Qianyuan's Frost Armor had first shattered over his right chest, and the lightning had invaded through that breach. As a result, most of his shoulder, along with his lungs and internal organs, had nearly been roasted through.
An ordinary person struck by this blow would have lost the ability to fight, even with Tenth Transformation cultivation.
Anyone below the Tenth Transformation would have faced mortal danger, suffering wounds that left them at death's door-or dying outright.
But Fang Qianyuan was different. He possessed the formidable physique granted by the Mysterious Treasure Pill, along with terrifying regenerative abilities like those of a Desolate Beast.
Thus, no sooner had he pitched headfirst to the ground than he tried to struggle back up.
As he fell, Little White rushed forward, desperately shielding him. Yet the Wind-Thunder Beast opposite them seemed more concerned about Xu Pingshan. Instead of seizing the chance to attack, it whined and retreated to check on its master.
It could not have killed Little White and attacked Fang Qianyuan in an instant, but by retreating, it squandered its only chance to pursue him altogether.
The Berserker Wolf and the Rampaging Bear King roared in fury and attacked wildly, but the Wind-Thunder Beast blocked them in succession, and the two sides became locked in battle.
"Ah..."
Xu Pingshan clutched his face and screamed. Large patches of frostbite covered his face, which was swollen and purplish-red, and he shuddered uncontrollably.
He had never imagined a day would come when a Fifth Transformation brat would beat him into such a wretched state.
*But that brat ought to be dead now,