Ascending to the Pre-Heaven Realm

Boom!

The four clashed again. Frenzied blade auras and sword auras burst forth, tearing the earth apart and shredding the trees as energy rampaged like a storm.

At the same time, four figures shot out from the heart of the energy and crashed to the ground, stumbling backward again and again.

The battle raged until heaven and earth seemed to darken. It swept across a thousand meters; the surrounding trees were nearly razed to the ground, and the earth was left shattered by Qi Force, as if it had been plowed countless times.

Huff, huff, huff!

The three black-clad men clutched their swords and panted heavily. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and they looked at Fang Mo, who was panting just as hard, as if he were a monster.

"What kind of freak is this? How can he still be so tough?"

"How is his internal energy not running out? Who is he? How can someone this powerful exist?"

"Then we definitely can't let him live. He has to die today!"

The three exchanged glances. Almost simultaneously, they reached into their robes, pulled out pills, and popped them into their mouths.

"Taking drugs, huh!"

Fang Mo panted just as heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

These three were the strongest opponents of the same realm Fang Mo had faced since leaving the City of Ruins. They were at the very peak of Grandmaster Peak, their strength no weaker than that of some ordinary Pre-Heaven Realm experts. It was fair to say he had brought all his strength to bear in this battle.

It had also been the most exhilarating fight of his life. He had truly enjoyed himself, and the energy replenished by the Bronze Mirror had kept him going.