The giant's death shook the natives greatly.
"How could this be..."
"Bà Fú is dead."
"He was killed by that cultivator."
The Native experts were grief-stricken, furious, and shocked.
Bà Fú's strength ranked among the very best of them. Relying on his enormous size and racial talent, even a group of Eternal True Gods would find it difficult to kill him.
Yet that cultivator had slain him in such a short time!
The red-skinned, one-horned burly man stared fixedly at Wang Yi, flames seemingly burning in his eyes.
He was enraged by his companion's death, but he was also shocked by Wang Yi's terrifying strength.
"If he can easily kill Bà Fú, this cultivator's strength must be close to that of a Chaos Master, right?"
"The treasure on him is also extraordinary. It actually suppresses so many of us."
The reason the Native experts had failed to rescue Bà Fú in time was also related to the domain's suppression.
That suppression greatly reduced most of their movement speed. Only the light-mist natives, whose life forms were unusual, could launch ghostly swift attacks against Wang Yi. Unfortunately, their Soul Attacks were useless against Wang Yi, whose soul was protected by a treasure.
"Good!"
"That native has been killed!"
Jiang Hu and Yan Li, who were fiercely battling two natives, also saw Wang Yi kill that formidable giant Native Life. Their spirits soared, and they were overjoyed. Secretly, they rejoiced that with such a powerful companion, they could escape this calamity.
After dealing with the most troublesome giant Native Life, Wang Yi turned his attention to the other natives.
"Your turn now." His gaze was icy.
The three mist-like Native Lives lurking near Wang Yi all realized that something was wrong.
Their figures vanished instantly, slipping into the void.
"Was that the