Zhao Tianji was knocked back, landing on his back. He quickly got up and raised his head.
Zhou Leng, like a fierce wolf, charged forward.
Zhao Tianji didn't expect that Zhou Leng was that Giant Race predecessor, releasing the full protective force of the half-divine artifact, then...
Zhou Leng's Flame Greatsword slashed over from dozens of meters away.
He slashed dozens of times.
Boom boom boom boom...
From a distance, those watching, in the blink of an eye, saw two huge Flame Greatswords descending from above, like chopping meat, continuously falling.
There were no sword moves, no technique, just sheer brute force.
Zhao Tianji couldn't even escape, he could only withstand the slashes.
One hit, two hits, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten hits!
After the consecutive slashes, Zhou Leng withdrew the Flame Greatsword.
In front of him, a black chasm dozens of meters deep had opened, the ground charred, smoke slowly rising.
