The death of the burning wolf inflamed the ferocity of the swarm of bees. Hastily and inconveniently using the swarm, only with the power of the dust on their bodies, their nails split one by one, and the wolf's teeth inflicted bites.
Lin Dun thought, on one hand, he could avoid the group's attacks by wearing Cloud Boots, and on the other hand, his sword in hand was like God's scythe of fire, bringing an end to the Demon's fate like fireworks.
Lin Dun wielded the Fire Sword, and Chen Jixue fought valiantly, each sword strike hacking, stabbing, slicing with righteousness and great determination... Lin Fei's sword flowed like drifting clouds and water, without the fireworks of the mortal world; wherever Lin Du's poisonous gaze and the blade passed, it was called forth upon the weaknesses on the bodies of the Demons, the flame wolves, throats, faces, bellies, the first layer.
