The Beast King, composed of trees and rocks, was torn to pieces, its wings forcibly ripped off, as if it had been strangled to death. Not far from it, the lava lion lay crouched on the ground in an extraordinarily awkward position, its massive chest completely caved in, its True Body along with its Dao Mark utterly shattered, perishing on the spot.
This perspective seemed to be from some living creature, gradually pulling away, appearing to flee for its life with a sense of desperation.
As it fled, the figures standing in the center of the battlefield became smaller and smaller in view, eventually disappearing from sight.
The connection finally severed, the screen went dark.
—It only took ten minutes.
Two Beast Kings fell on the spot.
Two others were severely injured and fled.
At this moment.
This building, resembling a giant Spirit Pattern supercomputing processing center, was filled with various researchers in white lab coats.
