Yang Dingtian, meanwhile, had taken "the aesthetics of violence" to an entirely new height.
He no longer used that dark-gold longsword to smash or hack.
Instead, he had learned to use the power of the Destruction Law attached to the longsword.
It pierced straight through the demon beasts' defenses and completely destroyed their cores from within.
The coordination among the three also grew more and more seamless.
Yang Dingtian would often launch a frontal assault, drawing the demon beasts' attention.
Chen Yiyue would support him from the side, using Great Yin Divine Power to restrict the demon beasts' movements.
And Yang Lingtian would appear like a ghost in the demon beasts' blind spots, delivering a fatal strike.
Under the three's efficient and terrifying slaughter,
demon beast cores radiating pure energy fell from the sky like raindrops.
Even Wu Sha, who had been cowering in the rear, trembling in fear, finally found his own value.
He no longer waited in terror for death to arrive as he had before.
Instead, he transformed into a diligent "scavenger."
Risking his life, he constantly darted back and forth along the edge of the battlefield.
He carefully gathered the fallen cores, one by one.
Though the process was every bit as perilous,
he nearly died several times after being directly jolted to death by the shockwaves of the demon beasts' attacks.
But when he looked at the multicolored demon beast cores piled like mountains inside his Storage Ring,
a deeply satisfied and ecstatic smile appeared on his face.
As long as he survived this beast tide, even the scraps his master casually rewarded him would be enough to sustain him for the rest of his life.
Time passed once more amid this frenzied "hunt."
Another seven days and seven nights went by.
The four—Yang Lingtian,