"Who are you?!"
The exile had never expected someone to get here ahead of him. For an instant, he could not even tell friend from foe.
But scarcely had the words left his mouth when the throwing knife buried itself in his forehead!
Thud!
As the exile fell, Luo Zheng drew his longsword and shot forward.
The remaining three exiles managed to react.
But when Luo Zheng used his bloodline ability, they were no match for him even in a head-on fight. What chance did they stand against his surprise attack?
Without encountering any real resistance, Luo Zheng slew the other three...
Elsewhere.
Mingwei directed the others as they continued slaughtering the Netherlings.
As everyone grew more practiced at dealing with them, the Netherlings ceased to pose a threat.
About an incense stick's worth of time later, Old Jin cut down the last Netherling with his broadsword.
Old Jin, Mingwei, and the others all turned their gazes toward the distant platform.
Luo Zheng emerged from behind it, gave Mingwei and the others a thumbs-down gesture and a faint smile, then disappeared into the shadows again...
"That boy..." At the sight, even Old Jin was left speechless.
He clearly had not expected bringing Luo Zheng into this world to make such an enormous difference.
The other exiles had nothing to say either, but they could not shake the strangeness of it. After all, so many exiles had died at the hands of Luo Zheng, who was only in the True God Realm!
Mingwei pursed her lips in a smile. "Everyone, keep moving!"
After traveling another ten-odd li, they encountered the Netherlings again.
And from the shadows, Luo Zheng once more struck like thunder, killing the lurking ambushers and allowing everyone to proceed without trouble.
Along the way, the exiles of the