Zhou Leng looked down at his body, not killed by the impact, truly fortunate.
At this moment, he finally understood why the fierce beasts were unrivaled in strength across the Ten Realms.
Neither the Giant Dragons nor Giants would dare to collide like this.
A human Grandmaster could definitely kill Xiaoba, but if engaged in a collision contest, after a few times, the human Grandmaster would surely be scattered in pieces.
Zhou Leng rubbed his numbed arms, realizing that he should no longer play like this with the fierce beasts.
The two walked over to Xiaoba's side.
The massive Eight-toothed Mammoth lay with its six legs pointing skyward, its two forelegs twitching slightly. Upon closer examination, Xiaoba's eyes rolled back and he remained unconscious.
The trunk drooped softly, one tusk was broken, and on its enormous head was a pit larger than a bathtub, with dark bruising and blood pooling in the meat pit.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Leng understood.
