Richard frowned as he looked at the rotten worm's body covered in wounds.
It had been half an hour.
The battle was still in a state of anxiety.
On the surface, the other party looked as if it would collapse at any moment, but Richard could feel it had only consumed one-fifth of the exuberant energy in its body.
He would have to continuously attack at such a high intensity for another two to three hours before he could completely exhaust that energy...
When he thought of this, his eyes turned vapid.
It was impossible to waste so much time.
If this dragged on any longer, the second round of the fight would begin soon. If only ten or fewer players remained in the arena, everyone would advance to the next round.
At that time, even if he managed to reduce the boss's blood to a sliver, it would be useless.
He made up his mind.
After he exhausted his efforts, he had to eat this piece of fatty meat right in front of his mouth.
