Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions were endless, and the ghouls that surrounded him were blasted into a bloody mess by the fierce punches, flying out in pieces.
Fang Cheng forcibly charged down the stairs from the Great Hall's threshold, directly plunging into the depths of the densely packed ghoul army.
It seemed not as though thousands of monsters surrounded him.
But as if he alone had surrounded these thousands of monsters.
Fang Cheng's fierce aura suppressed this group of bloodthirsty creatures.
Every punch he threw made the air explode with a bang, every stomp shattered the green stone slabs into dust.
The True Sun Fire raged between his fists and feet, igniting anything it touched.
Hundreds and thousands of ghouls, like moths to a flame, fell at Fang Cheng's feet.
He was like an unfatigued flesh and blood grinder, wantonly rampaging amidst the ruins.
