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The appearance of the behemoth was like the end of the world, instantly shattering everyone's joy at surviving the disaster.

The shadow that blotted out the sky was like a huge black curtain, enveloping everyone.

The three ferocious heads let out a deafening roar, which exploded between heaven and earth like muffled thunder, making people's eardrums buzz.

The hard scales reflected a cold luster in the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine.

The behemoth raised its massive claws, the sharp claws tearing through the air with a piercing whistle, and slammed them down onto the ground with unparalleled pressure.

"boom!"

The earth trembled violently, as if it were about to crack open.

Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and a powerful shockwave, accompanied by strong winds, blew everyone off balance, leaving them disheveled and in a sorry state.

The red-haired boy exclaimed in surprise, stumbled, and nearly fell over.

He hurriedly steadied himself, his eyes filled with fear, and the cunning look on his face vanished without a trace.

The purple-haired youth roared and swung his longsword, a sharp blade of energy striking the giant beast's scales.

"Keng!"

With a crisp sound and sparks flying, the blade energy vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The purple-haired youth's expression changed as he felt the tingling sensation in his arm, and a sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

The others also joined in, unleashing a barrage of spells and weapons upon the giant beast, but to no avail, as if they were merely tickling it.

Each attack only managed to ignite a spark, failing to cause any real damage.

The behemoth seemed to mock the crowd's powerlessness, and its attacks became even more rampant. Its giant claws slammed into the ground as if swatting flies, each attack accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking.

The crowd dodged and weaved, desperately trying to avoid the giant beast's attacks, but some were still caught off guard and struck by the aftershocks of the beast's attacks, instantly coughing up blood and flying backward.

"What kind of monster is this?!" someone shouted in terror, their voice trembling.

"No, if this continues, we'll eventually run out of strength!" The gray-robed elder's expression was grave; he gripped his scepter tightly.

The old man in black robes pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming with contemplation as he quickly scanned the giant beast before him, seemingly searching for its weakness.

The apothecary in the green robe nervously observed the wounded around him, clutching the medicine bottle tightly in his hand, his face filled with anxiety.

The scene was chaotic, and a sense of despair spread like a plague.

Fan Tong moved with lightning speed, weaving through the giant beast's attacks and dodging every fatal blow.

He gripped the spirit pearl tightly in his hand, his heart filled with anxiety and resentment.

He looked up at the white-clad girl in the distance, who was desperately dodging the giant beast's attacks and looked somewhat disheveled. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and secretly vowed to protect her no matter what.

Just when everyone was at a loss and feeling desperate, the giant beast roared again, and its three heads swept towards the white-clad girl at the same time.

"not good!"

Fan Tong exclaimed in surprise and rushed towards the girl in white, ready to shield her from the attack.

Just as he was about to make his move, the old man in black robes suddenly grabbed him and whispered, "It... has its eye on her..."

The behemoth's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, each claw strike carrying earth-shattering power.

Its three hideous heads, like three moving mountains, constantly spewed out a chilling, foul stench.

Its target was fixed on the girl in white, as if it were toying with its prey and enjoying the thrill of fear.

"Watch out!" Fan Tong roared, the spirit pearl spinning rapidly in his palm, bursting out with dazzling light.

He charged towards the girl in white like an arrow released from a bow, trying to shield her from the fatal blow.

The giant beast's claws, carrying a powerful gust of wind, tore through the air and slammed down with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Fan Tong was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his internal organs had shifted, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

"Fan Tong!" the girl in white exclaimed, her voice filled with heart-wrenching pain.

She tried to rush to Fan Tong's side, but was stopped by the giant beast's claws. She could only watch helplessly as he was injured, her heart filled with anxiety but powerless to help.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up, but she dared not let them fall, afraid that she would become a burden to Fan Tong.

Everyone was shocked and furious when they saw Fan Tong injured.

The purple-haired youth, his eyes bloodshot, roared as he charged toward the giant beast, his long sword flashing like a blur as it slashed fiercely at the creature with a whooshing sound.

However, each of his attacks was like throwing an egg against a rock, completely ineffective.

The giant beast casually swung its massive claws, sending him flying and crashing heavily into a nearby stone wall.

Seeing this, the elder in gray shouted and led the group to attack the giant beast from the side, trying to distract it.

Various spells and weapons intertwined and poured down like a torrential rain, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, failing to have the slightest effect on the giant beast.

The behemoth let out a disdainful roar, completely ignoring their attacks, and continued to focus its attention on Fan Tong, as if it wanted to tear him to pieces.

The battle intensified, and the palpable sense of danger gripped everyone's hearts.

The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

The purple-haired youth wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his long knife again, and knew that he could not back down now. He had to fight for his friends and for survival.

"Roar!" The giant beast roared to the sky, making everyone's eardrums ring.

It raised its giant claws again, about to strike Fan Tong.

"Wait!" the black-robed elder suddenly shouted, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared intently at the beast's belly. "Its..."

The old man in black robes twitched slightly at the corners of his wrinkled eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at a patch of scales on the giant beast's belly that was slightly different from the rest. "Its weakness... is on its belly! The scales there are a slightly lighter color, which seems to be a weak point in its defense!" His urgent voice carried a hint of excitement, mixed with a trace of worry.

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong endured the excruciating pain in his chest and struggled to get up from the ground.

He took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

He slowly raised his palm, and the spiritual pearl in his palm emitted an even more dazzling light, from which a powerful energy wave surged.

He concentrated all his spiritual power into the spirit pearl, aimed at the slightly lighter-colored scale on the belly of the giant beast, and suddenly threw the spirit pearl.

"Whoosh!"

The spirit pearl struck the giant beast's belly with pinpoint accuracy, like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

"Ow—"

The giant beast let out a deafening scream, its voice filled with pain and resentment.

Its massive body trembled violently, and the scale on its abdomen that had been struck shattered instantly, gushing out blood that stained the surrounding ground red.

It roared in agony, its massive body swaying as if it might collapse at any moment.

Seeing the giant beast injured, everyone's faces lit up with joy, and their previous despair vanished.

The purple-haired youth excitedly brandished his long sword, letting out an excited roar, as if he wanted to vent all his fear and repression.

The gray-robed elder gripped his scepter tightly, his eyes gleaming with victory.

The girl in white was filled with admiration and love when she saw how brave Fan Tong was.

She rushed to Fan Tong's side, carefully supporting him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright? Does your wound still hurt?"

Looking at the white-clad girl's face so close to his own, feeling the warmth of her hand, Fan Tong felt as if all the tension and pain in his heart had dissipated.

He shook his head gently, a faint smile on his face. "I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

Their eyes met, filled with tender affection. Those around them watched their ambiguous interaction and smiled knowingly, adding a unique touch to the tense battle atmosphere.

However, just as everyone was immersed in joy, a sudden change occurred.

The beast's roar rang out again, this time sharper, more frenzied, and filled with a chilling sense of oppression.

Its previously shaky body became stable again, and its wounds healed at a visible speed. An even more powerful force erupted from its body.

Its three heads turned towards the crowd at the same time.

"Not good!" the black-robed elder exclaimed, pushing up his glasses, his face turning deathly pale. "It..."

The behemoth moved; its massive body, as large as a mountain, lunged at the crowd with a destructive force...