Meanwhile, the fierce battle in the basin had also entered its most heated stage.
The young girl wielding the Blade of Great Sin smiled innocently as she continuously unleashed torrents of power, blasting the black behemoth. The sight was utterly astonishing.
The roars erupting whenever the torrents of power struck the behemoth grew louder and louder, wave after wave. It was obvious that the girl was merely playing around and was not fighting seriously at all.
The endless barrage caused the entire basin—and even the entire Extreme Night Maze—to tremble constantly. Cracks spread across the ceiling, raining down countless stones and clouds of dust.
The Hell Beast was a Mutated Nightmare Breed, an existence more powerful than a Seven-star Professional. Yet it was being toyed with by such a young, immature girl relying on the power of a divine artifact. It continuously roared and wailed, looking like a tiger fallen into the plains and bullied by dogs.
Neither the vicious man, the black-clad powerhouse, nor the numerous Underground Professionals, all of whom were at the High-level Professional rank, found this strange.
They had merely left the central battlefield and most troublesome enemy to the girl while dealing with the reanimated corpses coming from all directions. While the Hell Beast had no time to control the forms created from its own blood, greatly reducing the threat posed by those forms, they slaughtered the rampaging creatures one by one.
The forms charged at them frenziedly, but possessed almost no combat techniques or abilities. They were merely like mad beasts, pouncing on and tearing at the Underground Professionals.
With such reanimated corpses, the threat they posed was naturally much lower. The Underground Professionals coldly, viciously, and mercilessly cut them down, turning them into clouds of ash that vanished.
And so, the Mutated Nightmare