Translator: Aran

  However, Ye Qingyu's fist was about as useful as a ball of cotton against an ancient mythological beast.

  The very next instant, he was inevitably pounced upon and knocked down by the beast, whose hill-like foreclaws pressed down crushingly on his shoulders.

  Blood began to flow from both of his shoulders, which were instantly torn apart and gashed down to the bone, before his arms were directly crushed. Subject to the power of this beast, his physical c..