At a glance, dozens of identical aberrants filled his view.
The aberrants surrounded Yang An in a tight ring, sealing off every possible escape route without a crack, drawing ever closer to him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Yang An once again controlled the white feathers, sending them down upon the approaching aberrants.
Their bodies were like paper mache, shredded into scraps that filled the sky in an instant, fluttering everywhere before swiftly dissipating.
Yet even as these aberrants were killed, new ones appeared again, following close behind and continuing toward Yang An. Their movements were not fast, but they pressed forward step by step.
Seeing that the white feathers could not kill this thing completely—and that their numbers were only growing compared to before—Yang An gripped the red feather in his hand and immediately charged forward.
With a slanted slash of the red feather blade in his hand, he effortlessly cleaved two aberrants in half. The two aberrants immediately shattered, with the same result as before.
The sooner he broke out of here, the better!
Since these things were so easy to kill, there was no need to linger here any longer.
Yang An swung the red feather blade in his hand and charged ahead with unstoppable momentum. Every aberrant that blocked his path was slain by the sharp blade in his hand.
In no more than three or four breaths, Yang An had charged a hundred meters, reaching the outer edge of the encirclement of increasingly numerous aberrants.
Who would have thought that in the next moment, the aberrant standing at the very rear blocked Yang An's path? Yang An brought his blade down, but the aberrant before him vanished in an instant.
Relying on his long years of combat experience, Yang An hesitated almost not at all. The countless