Someone shouted loudly, leading other heavenly talents to attack Wang Chou and his group.
In their hearts, everyone is a heavenly talent; even if your ability is strong, you are at the Star Lord level. No matter how strong you are, how strong can you get?
If one of them can't defeat you, how about ten of them, or a hundred?
In the entire Forest, searching for traces of Lu Lin and his two companions involves far more than a hundred people.
As soon as Wang Chou appeared, he attracted the attention of at least thirty or forty people.
Suddenly, various attacks rushed towards him.
But Wang Chou was completely fearless.
He held a long sword, his figure moving like an illusion through the crowd.
Along with the rise of streams of blood, these thirty or forty heavenly talents all clutched their necks and fell desperately in the dense forest.
"This..."
Liu Yuxin saw Wang Chou's wanton slaughter and felt it was somewhat improper.
