Xiao Tian's dagger rapidly flowed before him, slashing horizontally and chopping vertically. Not only the speed, but the power was also at its peak. Each slash carried the force of a thousand pounds, cutting beasts as if chopping vegetables. The beasts with all their strength couldn't catch Xiao Tian, within a minute. Several beasts were directly slashed into scars, blood spurting.
Countless wails echoed throughout the forest, then returned to silence.
In the end, the whole forest was left with only a few beast corpses.
After dealing with this group of beasts, Xiao Tian's expression was not relaxed. The white mist shrouding the forest was so strong, it could completely transform a beast, causing it to mutate and go mad.
From where did this white mist originate? A deep sense of doubt and unease lingered within Xiao Tian's heart.
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