No warship chose to descend; compared to the kilometer-long wound on its lower abdomen, the wound on its head, blasted open by two special cobalt bullets, was much more suitable for concentrated fire attacks.
Under the full firepower of over twenty escort ships, countless rounds of artillery rained upon the golden armored giant beast's ferocious head. As time passed, it was clear to see that the wound on its head was continuously expanding, and the injury was worsening.
However, even so, there wasn't much joy on the faces of Song Chi and others.
The vitality of a Fourth Rank Level creature was simply too terrifying; even with ghastly wounds on its head and lower abdomen, it remained particularly firm.
As for being on its last breath?
No, that was non-existent.
It wasn't that the attacks from the escort ships weren't effective, but the effect wasn't significant, after all, not everyone was like Song Chi, able to obtain a main cannon of Orange Glory Quality early on.