The pack of wolves was not weak, but this lion had gone mad. Fearless, it seized anyone it could and bit them to death. In sheer momentum alone, it had already terrified this group.
At this critical moment, some fled, some scattered, and the only ones truly shouting to surround and kill her were Yuan Long and Yuan Feng, the two Primordial Spirit clansmen with slightly higher status.
Their lack of unity at this moment, coupled with Zi Zhen growing stronger, was absolutely fatal!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Zi Zhen grabbed a Primordial Spirit clansman in each hand. Her palms had grown much larger. Enduring their strikes against her, she crushed the two into fireworks of stars and sea!
Bang! Bang!
The two exploded on the spot.
She did not bother with the other Primordial Spirit clansmen at all.
Ridiculously, three people actually pulled their dimensional realm ropes and escaped while Zi Zhen was killing!
Two dead, three escaped—the Primordial Spirit clan's numbers plummeted. Including those who had fallen earlier, only eight remained in the blink of an eye. These eight could not agree either, and their combat strength had been cut in half!
"Surround and kill her!" Yuan Feng roared.
"Retreat, quickly! This monster is stronger than the plan said. If we don't leave now, we'll all die here!" someone said.
Their strengths were all about the same. Even if their statuses differed slightly, the gap was not great. With conflicting opinions now, Yuan Long and Yuan Feng found it difficult to command the others.
The loss of the third-level order ruin earlier had primarily been the two of their responsibility anyway.
Someone had already left, setting a precedent. Seeing how terrifying Zi Zhen was, how she had already scattered their formation and was still slaughtering them wildly, the others