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The roar of the shadow behemoth shook the earth, sending sand and gravel flying, and filling the air with a nauseating stench.

It was like a moving mountain, making the ground tremble with every step. The black shadows swallowed the light, and the oppressive feeling surged like a tide, making it suffocating.

Its speed was astonishing, covering a distance of dozens of feet in the blink of an eye. Its thick claws, carrying terrifying power, tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek.

Fan Tong was the first to be hit. He swayed and narrowly avoided the beast's head-on impact, but the violent shockwave still sent him flying, crashing heavily into a thick ancient tree.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the girl in white exclaimed in surprise, and her figure appeared beside Fan Tong in an instant, as nimble as a swallow, anxiously supporting him.

The purple-haired youth roared and brandished his giant axe, which shone with lightning, as he faced the beast head-on, attempting to block its attack.

Each of his axe blows carried the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, colliding with the giant beast's claws and producing a deafening roar.

However, the beast's scales were as hard as iron, and sparks flew everywhere, yet it remained completely unharmed. On the contrary, the purple-haired youth was so shaken that his hands went numb, and he had to retreat repeatedly.

The old man in black robes held an ancient scepter and chanted obscure incantations. Runes condensed and took shape in front of him, turning into beams of light, attempting to restrain the giant beast's movements.

However, the behemoth's defenses were too formidable; these beams of light struck it as if they had sunk into the ocean, having no effect whatsoever.

The red-haired boy nimbly moved across the battlefield, constantly conveying information about the giant beast's weaknesses and guiding the others' attack direction.

His anxious shouts sounded particularly jarring amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The gray-robed elder, wielding a bronze spear, led the people of the New Realm tribe in a desperate battle against the giant beast.

Every time he swung his spear, it was with a do-or-die determination. Every strike was aimed precisely at the beast's weak points, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to budge the beast in the slightest.

Meanwhile, the green-robed pharmacist anxiously prepared pills in the back, ready to provide treatment for the injured at any moment.

His brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, making him look very nervous.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, the strength of the group seemed so insignificant, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

They fought with all their might, but still could not stop the behemoth's frenzied attack.

Fear, despair, resentment—a complex mix of emotions filled their hearts with contradictions and struggles.

They were unwilling to submit to their fate and wanted to resist, but they felt powerless.

Just as everyone was about to despair, the Shadow Beast let out a deafening roar, its massive body suddenly paused, and then it turned its head to the other side.

A mysterious light flickered in its blood-red eyes. Then it raised its enormous claws and slowly reached for the void behind it, as if something there was drawing it in.

"What...is it doing?" The gray-robed elder's voice was tinged with fear, his eyes fixed on the giant beast's movements, as if some terrible secret was hidden there.

The shadow behemoth's claws slashed black cracks in the void, each swing carrying a devastating force, as if space itself was being distorted and deformed by its claws.

Its gaping maw opened wide, and a foul stench, accompanied by a low roar, gushed out, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Seeing Fan Tong suffer new wounds, the girl in white felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the rough ground where they were quickly absorbed by the dust.

She held Fan Tong's hand tightly, as if afraid she would lose him at any moment.

The purple-haired youth was also covered in wounds, his heavy breathing sounding like a broken bellows, but he still swung his giant axe, each strike carrying the determination to tear everything apart. The power of thunder roared, but it still couldn't harm the giant beast in the slightest.

The old man in black robes was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. The scepter in his hand hummed, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit. He was struggling to hold on, and the light of the runes had dimmed.

The red-haired boy darted through the battlefield, his voice hoarse, but he still tried his best to remind everyone of the giant beast's movements.

The bronze spear in the gray-robed elder's hand was covered with cracks. His breathing became increasingly heavy, and his tribesmen fell one after another, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

The pharmacist in the green robe busily moved among the wounded, anxiously bandaging their wounds. However, there were too many wounded, and he was already overwhelmed.

Fan Tong struggled to his feet. He felt the spiritual energy within his body surging like boiling magma. He roared and pushed the power of the Spirit Pearl to its limit, his body radiating a dazzling light, like a rising sun.

He, along with the purple-haired youth and the black-robed elder, launched wave after wave of fierce attacks. The light of spiritual power, lightning, and runes intertwined and clashed violently with the black shadow of the giant beast. Each clash was like a volcanic eruption, earth-shattering, with surging air currents and flying sand and stones, making everyone's eardrums ache.

However, the behemoth's defenses were so formidable that no matter how the group attacked, they could not budge it in the slightest.

Each of its counterattacks carried the power to destroy everything; its enormous claws were like the scythe of death, and every swing put everyone in grave danger.

The beast's roars grew increasingly frenzied, each one carrying a chilling pressure that made everyone feel as if they were in purgatory, with despair spreading through their hearts.

“It seems… to be looking for something…” the gray-robed elder said weakly, his voice tinged with uncertainty, but his tone was unusually solemn. His weathered face was now filled with doubt and confusion.

The red-haired youth nimbly traversed the battlefield, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, constantly searching for the giant beast's weaknesses.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he noticed a tiny crack on the beast's back, which seemed to conceal its fatal weakness.

Without a second thought, he rushed to Fan Tong's side, his voice urgent and clear: "Fan Tong, there's a crack on the beast's back; that's its weak point!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong immediately felt a sense of direction.

His eyes shone brightly, and he instantly understood the red-haired boy's implication.

He took a deep breath and pushed the power of the spirit pearl to its limit, his whole body shining brightly, like a burning sun.

He shouted, "Brothers, prepare for the final blow!"

The purple-haired youth and the black-robed elder understood each other perfectly, and the three quickly formed a triangular formation. The purple-haired youth's giant axe flashed with lightning light, while the black-robed elder's runes shone even brighter.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, and the combined power of the three of them converged into a powerful torrent, swiftly attacking the weak point on the giant beast's back.

"Kill!" Fan Tong roared, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning as he charged straight at the back of the giant beast.

The purple-haired youth and the black-robed elder followed closely behind, their lightning and rune light converging in the air to form a dazzling pillar of light.

The giant beast felt a sharp pain and let out a deafening roar, but it was too late.

Fan Tong's spiritual power had struck its fatal weakness. The giant beast's massive body crashed to the ground, the ground trembled, sand and gravel flew everywhere, and an aura of victory filled the air.

Everyone gasped for breath, their hearts filled with a mixture of shock and joy.

Fan Tong and the girl in white embraced tightly, her tears streaming down her cheeks, yet carrying endless tenderness and happiness.

The purple-haired youth and the black-robed elder exchanged a smile, while the gray-robed elder and the clansmen cheered with joy, and the green-robed pharmacist's face revealed a long-lost smile.

In that moment of victory, it was as if all the pain and despair had vanished.

However, just as everyone was basking in the joy of victory, a mysterious crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

A powerful force surged from the crack, the air grew heavy, and everyone looked up in astonishment to see the crack growing larger and larger, the light gradually coalescing into a human-shaped outline.

The girl in white held Fan Tong's hand tightly, while Fan Tong frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He shouted, "Everyone, get ready! An even more powerful enemy is appearing!"

Before the words were finished, the humanoid silhouette gradually became clear. The golden-robed envoy appeared, standing quietly in the crack, his deep eyes coldly sweeping over everyone.