"Die, all of you!"
Sword Three looked somewhat crazed, like a madman driven mad by shock. Terrifying sword gleams shot forth one after another, piercing through everything and sweeping across the surroundings.
For a time, no one dared clash with him head-on. Even Mu Qing retreated.
Mo Sen and the others frowned.
In truth, they had noticed some problems as well.
All the way down, they had encountered very few monsters, and the intervals between their appearances had been long.
Yet judging by Sword Three's state, he must have encountered an unimaginable crisis.
Had Sword Three taken the initiative to touch upon danger, or was there someone among their group who could keep the monsters from appearing in large numbers?
Though everyone was puzzled, they showed no mercy in besieging Sword Three. The strongest among them were, unexpectedly, Mu Qing and the Curse Spirit.
One had undergone nine temperings, yet possessed twelve Laws.
The other had already undergone ten temperings!
The two of them put Sword Three under immense pressure.
If Sword Three still possessed his peak condition, he might have been able to escape the siege of more than ten people, or even kill one or two of them.
But now, that was simply impossible!
"Wait! There's something wrong with the gray mist around us!"
The little fatty suddenly cried out.
"A huge number of monsters are approaching!" Mei Sanniang shrieked.
She saw the gray mist churn violently, shadows flickering through it one after another.
"Roar!"
A piercing roar rang out as hundreds of monsters charged from within the gray mist.
The depths of the gray mist churned violently, as though even more monsters were lurking there!
Everyone's pupils contracted, and they stopped attacking Sword Three without prior agreement.
After being in the gray mist for so long, this