After using all of his strength, Qiao Heng could no longer hold on. His legs buckled, and he collapsed onto his knees.

Princess Suolun and Changning felt despair when they saw that. They were from the fiend races, so they knew about the Elf race’s ultimate move. That was why their expectations had been proportionally great. Still, they had known that considering the power the black-haired monster had shown, it would probably be hard for them to kill it. Even so, it should have been injured at least a little bit, right?

In the end, however, the monster had stopped the arrow single-handedly, and only a bit of its fur had burned… Could that even count as an injury?

Qiao Heng’s eyes were full of despair. He looked at Zu An with a bitter smile and said, “Brother, I wanted that to be a heroic final act, but who would’ve thought that I wouldn’t even be capable of that...”

Zu An patted his shoulder and replied, “You’ve worked hard. Just leave the rest to me.”

Qiao Heng’s gaze was listless. It was clear...