Half a cup of tea.
Now, it feels like an eternity.
Under the assault of nine within the demonic qi.
The Ancient Ape Demon's body is covered in wounds!
Blood stains seep through its white fur.
The once-mighty aura now grows desperately thin.
Yet—
Even in this state, already pushed to its limits,
a state that, to any observer, looks as if the next strike will fell it for good,
it endures the combined assault of nine Divine Kings again and again, neither collapsing nor dying.
By all rights, the body of the Ancient Ape Demon should have reached its limit.
And no secret technique could possibly maintain itself in these circumstances!
However—
If one looks more closely—
They will notice—
With every grievous blow suffered by the Ancient Ape Demon,
a burst of blood-red light ignites within its eyes!
Within that glow is contained both violence and resolve!
But it vanishes in the blink of an eye!
Witnessing this scene,
Blackie's expression turns grave to the extreme.
