Myth

Myth

Zhao Tianji flew backward, landing flat on his back. He hurriedly sprang up and looked overhead.

Zhou Leng charged at him like a vicious wolf.

Zhao Tianji had never expected Zhou Leng to be that Giant Clan senior. He fully unleashed the protective power of his Demigod Artifact, and then...

Zhou Leng's flaming greatsword slashed over from dozens of meters away.

It struck dozens of times in succession.

Boom boom boom boom—

To those watching from afar, it took no more than a blink. Two enormous flaming greatswords descended again and again from above, like cleavers pounding minced meat.

There were no sword techniques, no skill—only brute force.

Zhao Tianji did not even have time to flee. He could only take the slashes head-on.

One strike, two strikes, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

After the barrage ended, Zhou Leng withdrew his flaming greatsword.

Ahead lay a black chasm dozens of meters deep. The earth was charred black and slowly smoked.

Taking one step forward, he found that the masked man's Demigod Artifact remained, but his entire body had been shaken into mangled flesh and scorched by the flames into a blackened mass.

"Who was this?"

Zhou Leng could not identify him. Even the Demon Brain on his body had been pulverized by external force.

With a sweep of his hand, he took all the Demigod Artifacts and the damaged Demon-Spirit Bag, then continued charging toward the Bone Pagoda.

Zhao Cong, who had been secretly watching from afar, felt his heart sink deep into an abyss.

Li Shenkong, standing beside Zhao Cong, had initially wanted to shout a warning. But after Zhou Leng drew the flaming greatsword, he never made a sound.

Now, he looked at Zhao Cong with unfathomable eyes.

Others could not recognize Zhao Tianji,