The severed arm was still burning fiercely, and the right thigh had vanished without a trace, leaving it barely able to stand, supported only by those eerie tentacles.
And where on earth had the head of the ancient god gone?
Ron's mind was a complete blank.
He found it hard to believe that a player, whom he had just assumed was doomed, was now beating down the resurrected ancient god?
The resurrected ancient god had lost an arm to him!
Lost a leg to him!
Even lost its head to him!
Oh my God!
Did such a terrifying monster really exist?
While Ron was doubting his life, the buzz-cut black man beside him murmured to himself, delivering another mental strike.
"The highest level for players entering this dungeon shouldn't exceed A-level. Yet that Shen Zhou person, transformed into a demon dragon, is beating an S- level BOSS with A-level strength? It's simply unbelievable..."
"Pfft..."
Ron's heart was racing with fury, causing a trickle of blood to escape from his mouth.
