After saying this.
Zhou Qirong once again swung his spear with a flourish.
Bang!
The spear was lifted, both hands gripping it tightly.
Clenching his teeth.
Zhou Qirong stared intensely at the monster... but in his heart, he was calculating: I underestimated this monster. If I go all out, there's still hope to kill it, but if too much Inner Essence is wasted on this, how will I compete for the Holy Spirit?
The Holy Spirit is the top priority!
This destined that Zhou Qirong wouldn't go all out.
However.
Not killing this monster by my own hands is equivalent to handing the core over to the Yang family! Unacceptable!
"Thousand Layered Drill! Nine Consecutive Strikes!"
Zhou Qirong's eyes were red as he continuously swung the spear in his hands.
The spear created multiple shadows in the air, dazzling the eyes.
The dance was fierce as a tiger!
Woo.
Woo woo——
The monster's eyes slowly lifted, looking at Zhou Qirong mid-air, seemingly alert and aware.
