The monkey once again withdrew the stick, intending to push Run Sheng away, but Run Sheng suddenly lunged behind the monkey.
The monkey swung the stick backward, and Run Sheng lifted his arm to clamp the stick. Although he took the hit, causing a large depression in Run Sheng's ribs, he still clung to the stick without letting the monkey create distance.
"Clatter..."
The opportunity allowed Run Sheng to open his mouth and bite the monkey's neck.
The black fur on the monkey's body left Run Sheng's face covered in blood, but Run Sheng's teeth remained firmly embedded in the monkey's flesh, and he began to fiercely tear at it.
For a mont, it was impossible to distinguish who was human and who was beast.
The monkey reached out and threw Run Sheng off its back.
Run Sheng crashed hard onto the ground, but quickly rebounded, crawling on all fours, circling rapidly around the monkey.
The monkey touched the back of its neck. It arrived with severe injuries, and just now, Run Sheng had torn off a large chunk of its flesh.
The monkey opened its mouth, baring its fangs.
Both sides transford into beast forms, tearing into one another.
Gradually, Run Sheng began to falter. He was caught again and again by the monkey, slamd away, caught again, and then slamd away, until finally being kicked violently into the air.
But despite his severe injuries, Run Sheng still struggled to his feet. His body was riddled with fractures, his limbs twisted in unnatural angles, yet he seed to feel no pain.
In truth, Run Sheng didn't even know what his real self was doing. What appeared in his mind was a scene long forgotten.
In the vision, he was in a pitch-black area, facing an unknown entity, repeatedly charging to bite, being thrown, and then charging to bite again, repeatedly being thrown.
All he knew was the hunger, an intense, gnawing hunger; he wasn't afraid of dying, he was afraid of starving.
Tan Wenbin didn't know what was happening with Run Sheng, but undoubtedly, Run Sheng's frenzy had bought ti for everyone, especially Brother Xiao Yuan.
"How did he do it, how did Run Sheng do it?"
There's no way power could increase without reason; there must be a cause.
At this point, the two children on his shoulders suddenly beca excited, opening their mouths and starting to inhale deeply.
Soon, Tan Wenbin felt the pressure on his shoulders increasing, each breath like inhaling countless ice shards, as if enduring torture.
His brain, under the rapidly dropping temperature, beca hazy, gradually losing clarity of thought.
The two children stopped their rry feasting instinct, turning to look at their godfather's face, afraid that if they continued, they might freeze him to death.
"Don't stop, continue, don't stop!"
What a joke, getting additional power at this ti, how could they stop?
Everyone was risking their lives; he couldn't afford to be cautious.
The two children hesitated.
Tan Wenbin got angry: "Obey, suck!"
The two children resud their sucking.
Tan Wenbin's body temperature began to drop further.
On his shoulders, two talismans representing a Seal fell off, indicating the two resentful babies would no longer be restrained by Tan Wenbin, leaving the father and his sons completely unguarded.
Eventually, Tan Wenbin's consciousness was frozen, akin to hibernation, his heartbeat becoming extrely weak.
Tan Wenbin's body stiffened, falling backward.
Just before the back of his head hit the ground, he suddenly stopped and stood up again.
Tan Wenbin's eyes turned red, one eye veering left and the other right, before quickly correcting themselves, both turning toward his nose, forming cross-eyed stares.
Soon after, his eyes rapidly turned again, eventually forming a balanced gaze like a normal person's.
Bending forward, leaning down, and rushing forward, Tan Wenbin, now filled with intense ghost energy and resentnt, lunged at the monkey.
This ti, the monkey had just kicked Run Sheng away when it turned to see Tan Wenbin charging toward it.
The monkey punched, Tan Wenbin dodged, circling around and opening his mouth to release curse energy.
The monkey's head trembled, and it imdiately opened its mouth to roar, dispelling the curse energy while reaching out again, this ti finally grabbing Tan Wenbin.
But at this mont, Run Sheng climbed back onto the monkey's back.
"Roar!"
The monkey, disregarding everything else, didn't hesitate to burn its own blood, creating flas across its body.
However, Run Sheng completely ignored the flas burning on him, opening his mouth again to bite the back of its neck.
This fighting style was never intended for survival.
In fact, against such a powerful monkey, it was precisely because they adopted a desperate fighting style from the start that they managed to delay the monkey for so long.
Any hesitation or doubt would have already broken this situation by the monkey.
The monkey had no choice but to reach out for Run Sheng on its back.
anwhile, Tan Wenbin, held in its other hand, was also enduring the fiery blaze, yet the two children didn't scream for rcy; instead, they seed to unleash their inner ferocity, holding tightly onto the monkey's furry arm, injecting curse energy mixed with their godfather's blood into the monkey's body.
The monkey was already wounded, and with its blood burning, the curse energy indeed seeped in, quickly blackening the wrist in that area.
In the distance, Lin Shuyou's breathing quickened; Brother Bin's two children were all in, and he couldn't just do nothing.
But what frustrated him was that without the child descending, his skills, good among normal people, were simply unqualified to participate in this level of combat; even providing minor assistance was challenging.
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