Xue Fanxin did not have the energy to care about the First Elder of the Heavenly Spirit Sect now. She was already exhausted from falling repeatedly and getting up again. At this moment, she could only persevere through her willpower. When she jumped to the last wooden stake, she really did not have the energy to stand steadily anymore and fell from it.
The demonic beasts of all sizes under the wooden stakes had long been lying on the ground as cushions. They were changing shifts. This time, it was you. Next time, it was us. Next time, it was them. As the saying went, there was strength in numbers. Even if they were to be cushions, the demonic beasts would not suffer much pain. They had all been distributed.
The First Elder did not know what was going on and followed foolishly. He watched Xue Fanxin fall from the wooden stake again and again and even saw the demonic beasts turn around and become Xue Fanxin's cushions. He felt an indescribable envy.
