Zhou Meng and the two elite warriors from the Pill Alliance were all wounded, especially the two elders, who had sustained very severe injuries and no longer had the strength to fight again.
Although Zhou Meng was slightly better off, that was not saying much. In the face of that bizarre dark shadow, he felt fear from the depths of his heart.
Nevertheless, Zhou Meng had not given in to despair, for he still had several trump cards up his sleeve, particularly the most powerful one bestowed upon him by the Western Moon King. It was meant to be used to suppress the Demon Puppet in Fang Lin's possession whenever necessary, but that opportunity had never arisen.
Now, in the face of such a critical situation, Zhou Meng was contemplating whether or not to use these trump cards.
"He-he." That dark shadow let out a sinister, chilling laugh, grating like two pieces of dry bark rubbing against each other, utterly unpleasant to the ear.