His Gold-Cutting Sword Formation remained incomplete, still lacking a good deal, but his Divine Sense had already been depleted.
Moreover, Cheng Mo was nearly at his limit.
Even though he practiced Body Cultivation and had exceptional physical talent, it was impossible to endure such beatings endlessly.
For today, it was best to take a step back.
Mo Hua walked to the edge of the forest and scattered some foul-smelling flesh. Sure enough, within moments, a monster beast resembling a hyena, standing as tall as a man, with its mouth foaming a rancid stench, appeared.
The monster beast let out a roar toward the group, its eyes flashing with savage intent.
Cheng Mo felt a surge of alertness and immediately knew it was time to retreat.
The armor on his body was nearly in tatters, his flesh bore multiple wounds, and if the fight continued, he might truly have reached his breaking point.
