C710 They Were Going to Kill the Donkey When It Was down

As Zhou Yang's battle raged on, panic set in. His feet shuffled backward in retreat, and his bloodied blade was now riddled with countless notches from the relentless clashes with the beast. His arms ached, numb from exertion, and the flesh between his thumb and forefinger had split open from the sheer force of impact.

"Damn it, why won't this thing die already?!" Zhou Yang was clearly rattled