"Hah!" Dazhuang's thunderous shout shook the heavens and the earth.
Hu Xiaodong, who was selecting a bow, saw that the latter leaped into the air, and both scythes chopped towards the beast's head.
Two seconds later, everything returned to calmness.
Wei Dazhuang didn't move, and neither did the beast.
Due to the limitations of his view, Hu Xiaodong couldn't determine what happened in front of him. With some concern, he shouted, "Dazhuang! Wei Dazhuang! How are you?!"
"Not dead yet!"
The beast's arm lay on Wei Dazhuang's chest, its sharp bone blades tearing open his jacket, revealing two clearly visible blade marks on the cut-resistant attire beneath.
No doubt, if not for the cut-resistant clothing, Wei Dazhuang might have faced the fate of having his chest opened up.
He kicked away the beast whose head had been cleaved by the scythe, spat a mouthful of saliva casually, and without pause, continued to lock on to the next target.
