Little Lei was still over there, straddling the Crimson Thunder Beast's neck and laying into it with both claws.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With every swipe, the thunder beast let out a howl, its body beginning to break apart.
But bolstered by the "Heavenly Dao," the crimson lightning on the enormous beast soon began trying to gather again.
"Still dare to regenerate?! I'll show you regeneration! I'll show you!"
Little Lei cursed as it slapped and stomped on the monster, lightning surging with every kick.
Every claw struck "flesh." The scene was utterly savage, without a shred of the dignity a "Heavenly Punishment Divine Beast" ought to possess.
At the other end of this absurd spectacle, an entirely different scene unfolded.
Si Chen casually crushed the skull of a charging Immortal Emperor from a past generation, then swept his spear backward and cleaved three figures lunging at him from behind in half at the waist.
He had been fighting in this Origin Realm for a long time. He could no longer remember how many Filth Demons he had smashed apart. A million? Ten million? Numbers had ceased to mean anything in this Origin Realm.
Standing amid these countless dead at the eye of the storm, his eyes held not the slightest trace of fatigue.
On the contrary, he actually felt a hint of pleasure.
Ever since he had reincarnated as a human, he had lived very "carefully."
When was the last time I fought without restraint like this?
In the Dragon Shadow Secret Realm? Or the Mortal Forbidden Zone?
No, neither. Those fights ended too quickly.
So quickly that my opponents fell before I even exerted myself.
He had grown used to crushing his opponents, used to ending everything in a single breath. He had even thought he no longer