The enraged roar in Ye Rong's ears grew closer, and the hurried footsteps of the mountain ghosts were not far behind him. The Mountain Ghost Ancestral Spirit's life value was still over 50 points.
-37, -33!
Two damage numbers popped up, and two mountain ghosts had already reached behind him, their cassia twigs mercilessly whipping his back.
Ye Rong seemed unfazed, swallowed a Blood-Supplementing Pill, and focused on fiercely swinging the Peach-tree sword.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. Ye Rong's body was whipped, flesh and blood splattering. Even though he had turned the pain simulation to its lowest setting, it still pierced his mind with unbearable agony. There was a saying that playing a game with the pain simulation set to the highest would make one truly experience it and understand the essence of the game.
As for that saying, Ye Rong always scoffed at it. He was here to play the game, not to be tortured by it.
