The feeling of paralysis grew stronger, and if it weren't for those heavy corpses of the ape-like ferocious beasts trapped in the middle, Monk Jing Sha probably wouldn't have had the ability to stand. By this time, those ape-like ferocious beasts were almost all dead, and even the ones still alive had lost the ability to continue fighting.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, hoping to stimulate his body with pain, but apart from the pain at the tip of his tongue, it was indeed of no use to the numbness of his body. Gradually, Monk Jing Sha had sobered up from the recent frenzied state of killing. The Monk Jing Sha within and beyond the slaughter were completely different; one was a brutal Asura, the other was indeed an honest monk.
