Inside of the pentagon, although the tiger beast hadn't suffered any visible injuries, its movements suddenly became sluggish, as if a giant weight was pressing down on its head. At the same time, Kuang Mu's eternal smile had turned slightly strained as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he continuously moved and made hand movements to coordinate the walnuts and himself to keep the small-scale formation pressed on the tiger's head.
On the side, Fu Hao Xin couldn't help but feel shocked while also feeling a little confused and angry. Although he wasn't really sure what to expect from a cultivator or from a Beast King, he had always expected something more grand. After all, these weren't any ordinary folk, but beasts and men capable of causing calamities and standing above the rest! But actually watching the two fight, although the golden walnuts were indeed rather mystical, in a way, it all looked rather comical.