"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang..."
Fists and feet collided, producing booming sounds.
Gales swept in every direction, tearing some plants apart as blades of grass flew into the sky.
The melee between more than a hundred formidable Beast Hunters caused no small amount of destruction. The area immediately became a complete mess.
"Ah..."
Someone let out a scream and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Hmph..." A Beast Hunter with blood smeared across his fists snorted. "Scram, now. Don't force me to kill you."
Some teams had lost their ability to fight and began retreating.
Although the battle was fierce, no one had lost all reason yet. So far, nobody had gone for the kill.
As some weaker Beast Hunter teams were defeated and withdrew, the number of people present rapidly dwindled.
"Boom."
A thunderous explosion made everyone's ears ache. A large blackened crater appeared in the ground, while billowing smoke surged skyward.
A bald Beast Hunter clutched his chest, his face as pale as paper, staring fearfully at his opponent, whose body was wrapped in Spiritual Light.
"Old He, if you know what's good for you, take your people and leave. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences." The Beast Hunter wreathed in Spiritual Light spoke coldly.
"Fang Zhanming, I'm inferior to you, so today's defeat isn't unjust. But sooner or later, I'll surpass you. When that day comes, I'll settle the score." The bald Beast Hunter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then called for his teammates to withdraw.
The Beast Hunters still at the scene had all suffered injuries to varying degrees. When they noticed Fang Zhanming's gaze sweeping over them, their auras were immediately suppressed.
"I'll give you that Spirit Plant."
Voices relinquishing their claim to the Blue Spirit Grass rang out one after another, bringing