Ke Wuming's fighting style was completely one of staking his life against another's.
The arrival of several Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts simply could not create much of an obstacle for him.
Instead, because those Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts were scattered apart, the battlefield immediately became chaotic.
Roars and screams of agony rang out endlessly from Ke Wuming's side.
Even Qin Shaofeng, who was evading the pursuit of two Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts, could not help looking in that direction.
When he saw Ke Wuming still charging and slaughtering as though cutting melons and chopping vegetables despite being blocked by several Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts, his mouth fell open.
Every swing of that blade gave people the feeling of using a pillar to swat mosquitoes.
With every sweep, anyone who came into contact with the battle saber in his hand was either killed or wounded.
His charging speed was nearly twice Qin Shaofeng's.
Qin Shaofeng's eyes nearly popped out. "After there's such a gap in cultivation, he can still fight like this?"
He subconsciously opened his character interface.
Seeing that the number on it had only just reached around 8,200, a ruthless gleam immediately flashed in his eyes.
I have countless Recovery Pills.
And my vitality is roughly ten times greater than that of martial artists at the same level.
Ke Wuming can fight this way, so why can't I?
As he pondered, his fighting style immediately changed.
He instantly increased his output of vitality.
At the same time, he tossed Recovery Pills into his mouth one after another.
"Roar!"
Amid his roar,
terrifying saber qi began to spread from the Ghost Three Slashes battle saber in Qin Shaofeng's hand.
The density of its saber qi surpassed even Ke Wuming's.
Lightning Thousand Flash activated.
Hundred Flashes, Flash