In the midst of the chaos, a Second-tier Martial Practitioner was accidentally struck by the pangolin’s tail. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground.
His body carved a deep pit into the earth, sending dust billowing into the air. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the clothes across his chest. Yet, enduring the excruciating pain, he stood up once more, his eyes filled with grim determination as he plunged back into the fray.
As time passed, the battle intensified. Three hours had elapsed; the more than twenty Martial Practitioners in the Martial Venerable Realm were visibly exhausted, yet their fighting spirit remained undiminished.
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