There were piles of Magical Beasts on the ground, and corpses were lying everywhere, forming a circle around them. No wonder they felt that there were fewer and fewer Magical Beasts, and the pressure was lessening. The high pile of Magical Beast corpses blocked the Magical Beasts from rushing in.
Under the setting sun, the young man in the exquisite black robe held a black dagger in his hand. Like the Asura Martial God, he used strange footwork to pass through the middle of the magical beasts. His ruthless saber technique was like cutting vegetables. When he raised his hand, he could knock down two magical beasts. When the magical beasts saw him coming, they retreated. Their blood-colored eyes were filled with deep fear.
