After Song Nianchu burst one of the Broken-Horned Beast’s eyeballs, she grew more valiant with every strike. No magical beast was entirely made of iron and steel; every one of them had a weakness. Song Nianchu had been searching for the beast’s weakness the entire time, which was exactly why she had ended up in such a miserable state. Though her body was covered in wounds and her face and lips were stained with blood, the fighting spirit in her eyes only intensified. Her hands were the most severely injured, a blurred mess of flesh and gore; one couldn't find a single intact spot on them at a glance.
The elders had progressed from initial anticipation to pity, and finally to shock.
"Is she... not afraid of the pain?" Elder Luo asked, clearly shaken by the sight of her.
Chapter 453