Xiong moved like a mobile steel fortress, holding a blood-colored war axe, its blade radiating a crimson glow.
Thump thump thump!
He charged into the beastmen ranks with large strides, every swing of the axe carrying mountain-cracking power. As the war axe swept horizontally, blood-colored spiritual energy sliced through a vast arc, cutting through dozens of beastmen at the waist, blood spraying like rain.
Old Ghost hovered in mid-air, his eyes erupting with blood-red light.
The moment the Ghost King's Blood Eyes were activated, his telekinesis spread like an invisible torrent in all directions.
The beastmen at the front suddenly felt a sharp pain in their brains, as if thousands of steel needles pierced their minds at once, causing them to fall one after another, clutching their heads, screaming, and rolling on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
