Wang Baole neared in an instant. He grabbed the beast's tooth and was about to break it off when the beast released a bolt of lightning from the tooth in its struggle. It shot into Wang Baole and loosened a splinter off the crystallized Spirit Qi within his body.
The lightning, when compared to what he had suffered at the hands of Little Missy Black Mask, was insignificant to the point of being negligible. His body pushed on without pause, and with a straight pull, he extracted the beast's tooth.
Wang Baole felt the warm sensation of smug satisfaction. He took a look at the battlefield; more than half the beast horde had been decimated, and many beasts were already retreating. The end of that round of the Beast Tide was nigh. It was then that a series of quakes shook the earth. In the distant skies, a heaven-splitting tornado ten times the size of the previous one appeared abruptly!
