"The one who should admit defeat is you, Sun Lingtong!"
"I'm going to reclaim all the humiliation I've endured over the years at your hands, the threats and temptations, the covert control and deception, in this very battle today!"
Ning Zhuo bellowed, his fighting spirit incredibly fierce.
The next moment, over twenty Flying Hands flew into mid-air and simultaneously cast spells on the Golden Blood Battle Ape, Dashing.
The onslaught of spells was extraordinarily powerful; such an extreme configuration of the Flying Hands brought their attack strength to its limit.
The Golden Blood Battle Ape, Dashing, was overwhelmed by the dazzling surge of spells.
It struggled fiercely, taking down nearly ten Flying Hands, but, in the end, it collapsed, its body riddled with holes, a sight too ghastly to behold.
"No, my Mechanical Battle Ape! You little rat, you're dead meat!!" Sun Lingtong shouted, his eyes spitting fire, glaring fiercely at Ning Zhuo, as if wishing he could devour him.
