The Wild Boar King, having suffered such a heavy blow, let out a piercing roar that echoed through the entire mountain forest. Its massive body continued to slide forward for 50 meters until Hua Tianxiong’s back pressed against a towering tree six meters in diameter. Only then did the boar’s forward momentum cease as it crashed to the ground, collapsing like a small mountain. The earth trembled slightly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
As it lay on the ground, the Wild Boar King’s limbs twitched incessantly. Its thick, powerful hooves kicked wildly in the air as if trying to grasp at a final shred of hope for survival. Its eyes were wide, filled with resentment and despair, and it repeatedly wheezed out ragged breaths flecked with blood. Its tail whipped frantically, lashing against the nearby tree trunks until the leaves rained down.
The Wild Boar King let out continuous, mournful cries. Blood stained the earth beneath it, and the surrounding weeds were flattened. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the boar’s movements grew sluggish, the twitching of its limbs ceased, its tail hung limply, and it finally breathed its last.
Chapter 839