When Zhang Zhongmou stopped his assault and lifted his head, the green beast blood had dyed his skull green. Only now did he realize that the small Goblin Beast's head under his frenzied blows had become like a battered watermelon, utterly smashed into a pulp. It was already dead.
Zhang Zhongmou stood bewildered for a moment, then let out a hearty bout of laughter, excitement filling his voice.
He finally understood, that since his special power was in his head, he could use it to ram and kill these monsters just as effectively.
"Hahaha—" Zhang Zhongmou burst into excited laughter, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back as he was hit by another small Goblin Beast that had caught up.
"Damn it—" Zhang Zhongmou was sent flying and landed face-first, pain twisting his features. He let out an enraged scream as he turned around, thankful that Qin Jiagui had already caught up and had fiercely swung his weapon.
