The ferocious-looking gargoyle in his hand seemed like a helpless rag doll.
It struggled at first, but as Zong Shen smashed it against other burrow monsters one after another, it quickly became deformed, with bones breaking and flesh torn, almost turning into a pile of sludge. Only after its life value was completely exhausted did it melt into pus and seep into the ground.
The entire scene was too violent; compared to the current Zong Shen, these burrow monsters, which were supposed to praise death, looked like weak, pitiful, and helpless little quails, trembling before Zong Shen.
Zong Shen charged directly into the new swarm, swinging his battle spear, sending the burrow monsters flying.
The other two monster swarms were also gradually closing in; in a few minutes, the three large swarms would merge into one, forming a crowd of thousands.
He was looking for the burrow heroes lurking within this swarm of burrow monsters.
