"Such immense strength!"
Qin Yuan let out a low shout, steadied himself, and lunged forward again.
Lin Qingyin, Chu Jinghong, Zhen Feixuan, and the older generation of Martial Artists participating in the siege coordinated their attacks.
More than ten people struck at once. Flashes of sabers, palm shadows, sword glimmers, and claw marks crisscrossed like a rushing tide, trapping the giant black ape within layers of attacks.
The giant ape roared incessantly, its black fur standing on end as its attacks grew even more frenzied.
Every punch it threw carried a terrifying gale that seemed to tear through the air, blasting craters several feet deep into the ground.
The surrounding trees, already toppled, were pulverized further by the ferocious battle.
Shattered rock and wood chips filled the air, turning the surrounding forest floor into a churning cauldron of mud.
