Clang, clang, clang, clang!
In the vast giant hall, six figures flashed about at a dizzying speed.
They were so fast that ordinary people's naked eye could not capture them at all. All one could see were blurred afterimages flickering through the main hall.
And as the six figures darted and appeared, ear-piercing sounds of collision rang out again and again, sparks spraying in all directions.
The abnormally hard floor of the main hall also cracked inch by inch at that moment. Fissures spread out like spider webs, and some places even caved in completely, revealing bottomless darkness beneath.
Inside the giant hall, facing the joint assault of Lin Ming and the other four, the emaciated figure holding the huge blood axe showed not the slightest fear.
The great axe in his hands danced like a whirlwind. Every chop carried a might as if it could split heaven and earth.
The blood-red light lingering over that great axe carried a thick stench of blood, as if it had once drunk the blood of countless experts.
Even under the siege of five people, he was still barely holding on, and could even counterattack with one or two moves from time to time, forcing the five of them to temporarily avoid his edge.
However, although his strength was great, the might of Lin Ming and the other four joining hands was not something he could withstand.
As time passed, his disadvantage became increasingly obvious, and wounds began to appear across his body. Though those wounds were all shallow, as they accumulated, his aura had already begun to gradually weaken.
Lin Ming and the other four grew braver the longer they fought, and their coordination became more and more seamless. Although the five of them came from different factions, at that moment they