The battlefield was a chaotic frenzy of roars, snarls, and the sickening crunch of bones shattering under sheer brute force.
Wei Long, standing like an ancient war god, tore through the demonic beasts relentlessly.
His claws, sharper than steel, slashed through thick hides and exposed pulsing flesh.
His jaws snapped shut on writhing bodies, his fangs sinking deep as blood gushed like rivers.
Every bite sent tremors through the ground, every swing of his powerful arms sent bodies flying. It was a massacre.
Despite the overwhelming advantage Wei Long had, Elder Shao Yun refused to relent.
He stood above the battlefield, his muscles twitching with anticipation, his eyes filled with a manic gleam as he bellowed, "MORE! MORE! GIVE HIM EVERYTHING WE HAVE!"
His voice cracked under the sheer force of his command, but he didn't care.
The beasts, countless in number, obeyed, charging forward with a suicidal desperation, their eyes clouded with madness.
