The Pangolin and Weasel, although they both possessed Foundation Establishment Level battle prowess, had yet to show signs of undergoing transformation.
The Pangolin's skin was rough and its flesh thick; Sun Lingtong executed his sword skill, the blade's light flitting like butterfly wings, directly shattering the Pangolin's eyeballs.
The Pangolin wailed in pain, curled up into a ball, and rolled back into the mountain mist.
In just a few breaths' time, Sun Lingtong had already defeated two generals and was charging towards the Scorpion Single Spear General.
The spear skill of the Scorpion Single Spear General wasn't bad. He managed to fight Sun Lingtong for five or six rounds before he could no longer hold on and was forced into close range by Sun Lingtong.
Dagger strokes raised trails of cold light, severing the Scorpion's fingertips. The long spear thus fell to the ground.