Under Wang Zheng's relentless pressure, Huang Zumeng swallowed the round crystal in one gulp.

Suddenly, a vortex of spiritual energy appeared around him, and the rich and pure spiritual energy surged back, rushing into his body like a storm.

This process lasted for more than ten seconds, eventually turning into specks of starlight that merged into every part of his flesh and blood.

Huang Zumeng's face gradually turned red as the spiritual energy flowed in, eventually becoming crimson.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, letting the spiritual energy within his body run rampant.

"Pfft~"

Finally, Huang Zumeng could no longer hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"ah!!!"

He let out a piercing scream.

He felt as if his body was being torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.

At the same time, Huang Zumeng's face suddenly turned red, and he looked like he was about to explode at any moment.

His body then began to crack and swell, eventually transforming back into a blood-soaked giant elephant, only this time the beast's body seemed even larger than before.

The elephant trunk that Wang Zheng had torn apart had grown back, and even the tusks that had disappeared due to the use of supernatural powers had returned to four.

However, two of them were whitish in color, appearing somewhat dull compared to the other two that shimmered with iridescent light.

It's obvious that it just grew out.

"Moo—"

Unable to withstand the massive influx of spiritual energy, the giant elephant's flesh and blood were constantly torn apart and then rapidly restored. It raised its head and let out a deafening roar that resounded through the sky and lingered for a long time.

As he roared, the once clear sky instantly became overcast, and then countless dark clouds piled up, as if a storm was about to break.

Lightning surged within the clouds, and thunder rumbled incessantly, its roar echoing across the entire sky, as if brewing a colossal thunderstorm.

Huang Zumeng roared to the sky, looking like a madman, as if speaking human language from his mouth.

"You forced me into this! You forced me into this! At least three demon kings are on their way here right now. You'll be dead in less than three minutes!!!"

But Wang Zheng was caught up in his passion and did not back down in the face of the strange situation. He completely ignored what Wang Zheng was saying and continued to swing the sledgehammer at him.

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Meanwhile, atop a low hill ten thousand meters away stood a sinister-looking man dressed in a seven-colored robe.

The man's face was gloomy and full of anger. Beneath his vicious triangular eyes were golden vertical pupils, which he was staring intently at the distant battlefield.

When he saw Huang Zumeng swallow the pure white spiritual crystal, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse under his breath.

"You little beast, you're truly not fit to be a son!"

That old elephant with yellow tusks is really going too far.

Such a pure inner core, and it belongs to my own clan. It would be one thing if they didn't lend it to me to restore my strength, but to let this little beast waste it like this is infuriating!

Once I recover, you'll all be in for a world of hurt! *Hiss*

After cursing for a while, the man seemed to remember something, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to observe patiently.

This person was the reinforcement Huang Zumeng had been waiting for all day, but judging from his appearance, he had no intention of going forward to help. It seemed that for the time being, Huang Zumeng would have to rely on himself.

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"Moo!!!"

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, Huang Zumeng let out a painful roar and raised his giant foot to stomp down.

As his skin and flesh continued to tear open and repair themselves, they even strangely shimmered with a white fluorescent light.

Wang Zheng, however, seemed completely unconcerned about the bizarre scene, and continued to swing the hammer at the elephant's hoof.

"Bang—"

A shockwave exploded, and Wang Zheng was forced back several steps. Huang Zumeng, however, staggered under Wang Zheng's immense force and almost lost his footing.

Wang Zheng licked his gums, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sneered disdainfully:

"That's it?! This is what you call risking your life?"

He found that the other party was no different from before, except that the recovery ability had become a little stronger and there was more spiritual energy, but the intensity of the spiritual energy had not increased.

So he even put away his sledgehammer, and taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing, he rushed forward and grabbed the elephant's leg.

Then he tightened his arms and twisted them sharply.

"Crunch—crunch—snap!"

A series of teeth-grinding scraping sounds rang out as the elephant hoof, which was about the same thickness as Wang Zheng's transformed hoof, was twisted off in an instant.

Before Huang Zumeng could continue howling, Wang Zheng immediately released his legs, leaped up, and nimbly straddled his back, then tightly wrapped his arms around Huang Zumeng's neck.

Huang Zumeng sensed the approach of death and immediately raised his long trunk, curling it behind him.

After realizing that it was ineffective, he immediately started rolling on the ground, repeatedly pressing Wang Zheng down, trying to flatten him with his own weight and make him let go.

However, Wang Zheng did not loosen his grip on Huang Zumeng despite his struggles. Instead, his arms swelled up even more, and then he suddenly exerted force, tightening his grip even more.

As Huang Zumeng's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his tongue was already sticking out halfway.

At this moment, the sinister-looking man in a seven-colored robe, who had been watching the battle from a distance, suddenly appeared in front of the two.

They arrived quietly, without a trace of human presence.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was being pinned down by Huang Zumeng, who was focused on his upcoming revenge. With his vision obscured, he was completely unaware of Huang Zumeng's arrival.

Upon seeing this person, Huang Zumeng grasped at a lifeline, ignoring the drool dripping from his mouth, and struggled to speak:

"Heh...heh...bowl...uncle...save...save me..."