Shooting an Eighth-Order Being

The D-70 zone was a complex woodland shrouded in dense shade.

Towering dead trees twisted around one another, their gnarled branches like ghostly claws blotting out the sky.

The ground was carpeted with thick layers of rotting leaves, soft and slick underfoot. Low shrubs and jagged rocks were scattered throughout.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent Psionic Energy explosions echoed through the forest one after another, shaking leaves from the branches and sending rotten foliage flying.

Warriors clad in Armed Armor fought the Stele Demons in a brutal melee. Blades and axes flashed, spear tips stabbed, and Psionic Energy collided with demon qi, erupting in blinding bursts of light.

Some Warriors were surrounded by several Stele Demons, their armor already covered in cracks, yet they still fought fearlessly, brandishing their weapons in desperate resistance.

Some Stele Demons were struck by Psionic Energy, their bodies exploding as black blood sprayed everywhere. Yet they still charged forward relentlessly, their eyes filled with nothing but cold killing intent as they lunged madly at the Warriors.

The shriek of sharp weapons cutting through the air, the thunderous blasts of Psionic Energy and magic, and the grating sound of Stele Demon claws tearing through armor rose and fell without end. Every sound came with bloodshed and death. Every inch of land was soaked in black blood and crimson stains. Dead trees and rocks alike bore the marks of slaughter. The scene was so brutal it made hearts tremble.

The battle in the sky was even fiercer.

Zhuang Family's two Eighth-Order elders, Zhuang Xian and Zhuang Ji, were locked in a desperate battle against five Eighth-Order Stele Demons.

Green light flickered between their brows as their Wind King Bloodlines were activated to the fullest. Gentle winds swirled around them, and their figures moved with Ghostly Movement as they