Watching the dark shadow crash to the earth with a thunderous roar, Chu Feng's figure flashed, and he immediately pounced.
The offensive must not stop!
His long saber whirled, blade light scattering everywhere.
Dazzling sparks, accompanied by thunder-like collision sounds, echoed through the air.
In mere moments, the desolate mountain, which had practically become a volcano, was forcibly shaved down by a layer.
The surrounding monsters, which harbored futile hopes of joining the fray, had unknowingly lost more than half their numbers.
Amidst this nearly cataclysmic scene, figures as tiny as ants were now approaching the foot of the desolate mountain.
Chu Feng, having just retracted his long saber from Alixius's shoulder, glanced towards the distant foot of the mountain. A cold light flashed in his pupils.
Alixius, already weakened and lying on the ground missing an arm, suddenly sneered, a red glint flashing in his eyes.
