Xiang Ning frowned, but not because of the Pale Moon. The Pale Moon was strong indeed, but he had killed one before and was familiar with the breed. He was frowning because there were other people trapped by the beasts. 

“Hehe, I think I killed… nineteen Beast Generals. It was a good day.” There was not a single place on Wu Rui’s body left unscathed; fresh blood smeared across his entire body, all over his Roaring Tiger Mk.4 battle armor, which was currently scrap metal. 

“Mountain… Crash!” Wu Rui unleashed his attack, but the Silverhorn Wolf before him didn’t die. There was no more strength left in Wu Rui’s body. If he had just a shred of energy, he would have picked up...