This battle lasted an entire day, leaving the whole square in chaos, and countless large and small pits appeared on the ground, stained with blood.
In the distance, the corpses of Abyssal Behemoths lay scattered around. Ling Feng stood on the head of a bull-headed beast, holding the Abyssal Bull Horn in his hand. The beast looked at Ling Feng with eyes full of despair, its body covered with numerous wounds.
"Heh heh, try ganging up on me again; now you know how tough I am!" Ling Feng swayed, bearing many injuries, especially a huge chest wound, so deep that bone was visible, even showing the pulsation of his organs.
The bloodline of the Abyss has an incredible recovery speed, but even so, it couldn't quickly heal the serious injuries all over Ling Feng's body.
Ling Feng looked at the bull-headed beast beneath him; this was the last beast. By killing it, Ling Feng could clear the level.
"Die!" Ling Feng suddenly stomped with all his might on the beast's head.
