The Purple Pavoraiah, which had been driven deep underground, hadn't reappeared for a long time.
The weaker individuals could only watch the pit, while the stronger ones sensed that there was no chance of the mutated creature reemerging; its energy had vanished.
The human gradually became aware of this, a hint of disbelief spreading among them.
Kenny Lin had taken down yet another high-level creature!
Cheers erupted suddenly, echoing through the sky.
If morale could be seen, it would have been evident how immensely brave and determined the humans had become at that moment.
"This can't be! The Purple Pavoraiah was stronger than me, how could it have died?"
The Yellow Owlfire can't believe it.
"So maybe you should worry about yourself," Hans Manuel immediately rushed over, wielding a thunder hammer that crackled with lightning.
The dark clouds in the sky were summoned by his lightning, rumbling ominously.
