Slaying King-Class Foreign Races

The longer Lu Chuan fought, the braver he became. His combat power was peerless; the more time dragged on, the stronger his combat power grew, until in the end he completely suppressed that King-Level Expert of the Rotten Race.

He slaughtered him into retreating step by step, until the other party no longer had the strength to fight back.

"Damn it, this monster..."

The Rotten Race expert gritted his teeth and growled, the thought of retreat rising in his heart.

Lu Chuan was simply even more like a monster than he was, utterly tireless, growing stronger the more he fought.

If this continued, he feared Lu Chuan would beat him to death alive. If he did not retreat now, what was he waiting for?

"Die!"

With a low roar, terrifying corrosive power erupted around the Rotten Race expert, turning into a thick, ink-black fog that swept fiercely toward Lu Chuan.

Like a storm vortex, with a single flicker, it arrived before Lu Chuan in an instant.

It was going to devour him completely.

Yet at that very moment, the man leaped up, his body suddenly flying backward in retreat. In an instant, he had already withdrawn a hundred li away.

"You want to leave? Did you ask me..."

Lu Chuan swung the war blade in his hand, and rolling blade qi forcibly tore apart the vortex formed from that thick, ink-black air of decay.

At the same time, with a movement of his mind, rolling spiritual power surged out at once.

In an instant, it transformed into a Mysterious Gate of the Female and pressed down in suppression.

Boom...

The void shook as the gate pressed down.

The Rotten Race expert's expression changed drastically at once. He trembled all over, only feeling that his mind and consciousness had been suppressed,