Their coordination was skillful, advancing and retreating in an orderly fashion, with great strength and boundless patience.
Especially those Demons known for their speed, never attacking head-on, always lurking behind Zhou Leng and launching surprise attacks from time to time.
Zhou Leng's back was torn and bleeding, bones exposed.
The elongated Knight's Spear was no longer suitable for an all-around assault, nor were Palm Techniques, Swordsmanship, or the Void-Breaking Finger suitable for such a chaotic battle.
Zhou Leng wielded a large saber in his left hand and a massive axe in his right, swinging them madly.
Completely abandoning all Martial Arts techniques, simplifying complexity.
The fastest and fiercest, that was the best.
A place of despair.
A moment of lifelessness.
The more he fought, the more intense the blood-red light, blood mist, and golden cross star became in Zhou Leng's eyes.
