Splatter, splatter, splatter.....
Chu Ming moved swiftly through the beast tide. As he ventured deeper, he could even sense the daunting ferocity of the Thousand-faced Ghost Bull. Instantly, Chu Ming dared not proceed further; he couldn't afford to gamble with his life.
The martial artists in Ironfire City were all defending against the beast tide. No one realized the blood scattered on the ground was slowly disappearing without leaving a trace.....
Underground Ironfire City, there was a massive stone chamber spanning a hundred meters in length and width. The walls were covered with sword and blade marks. Though there was no sunlight, the room wasn't dim because every three or four meters, a fist-sized Luminous Pearl provided illumination.
