Xu Zimei was coldly snorting.
The power of Mixed Yuan continuously surged from within, and the space between several Vein Gates resounded with a "rumble".
As the mighty force inside roared, it was like an ocean storming ceaselessly.
Although he was alone, he showed no inferiority in facing hundreds of crimson men.
After contending with water and fire for a long time, Xu Zimei realized.
If these crimson men gathered together, even with Myriad Water Streams, he wouldn't be able to deal with them.
"In that case, I'll take them down one by one," he murmured softly.
He directly canceled the Water Annihilation of the Eight Desolates, drew his blade, and charged into the crowd of crimson men with the Tyrant Shadow in tow.
The powerful momentum was surging.
Between heaven and earth, there was nothing but endless blade intent and crimson fire.
