What?!
The elders of the Five Great Races were all so furious their eyes nearly split. They hadn't taken the Drought Demon Clan Chief's death seriously before, because they thought Xia Ping had to be lying.
But now they had seen the Slime Clan Chief die right before their eyes. There was no way to fake it, and the sight was impossible for them to accept. They were utterly enraged.
"Damn it! Attack together! Kill this bastard!"
"Kill him!"
The elders roared in fury. They simply couldn't tolerate this. In an instant, they charged at Xia Ping, more than a hundred peak Grandmaster monsters attacking at once.
At once, over a hundred streams of astonishing force swept toward him from different directions, forming a vast net that seemed poised to tear Xia Ping limb from limb and reduce him to a mangled corpse.
Xia Ping reached out and grabbed the Endless War Blade. Then he swung it at the elders.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, dozens upon dozens of blades appeared in midair, stretching farther and farther.
"So strong."
The Doom Crow and the other monsters were shaken. They saw countless blades filling the air, each one razor-sharp and radiating a terrifying sword aura.
They moved so fast that ordinary people couldn't even see them. With a thud, the blasts of protective energy the elders had unleashed were instantly sliced to pieces.
The blades' power was too great for the energy to stop them. They kept pushing forward.
"Ahhh!!!"
The elders let out shrill screams as the blades pierced through their protective energy and straight into their bodies, skewering them like meat on a spit.
Blood poured from their wounds. It was as though they were suffering in a hell of blades and knives, their bodies pierced all over