These people looked dangerous, but the strength of their aura was not high.
By my judgment, they were at most in the Central Pivot Realm. They were no match for us at all.
When they saw us, they all let out furious roars:
"Mar!"
"Mar!"
"..."
Though we could not understand Tartary's language, judging from their movements, posture, and expressions, they were most likely saying something like "kill" or "die," or that they were coming to take us down.
We ignored them. We just had to kill them.
Zhang Yuchen held a large Coin Sword and let out a thunderous roar:
"Whirlwind Tyrannosaur Slash!"
He brought his sword down, carrying violent astral energy.
Zhang Yuchen was at the peak of the Strength Soul Realm. Even within a sect, he would be elder-class.
How could these little shamans guarding the entrance possibly withstand him?
One of them even raised fists wreathed in black mist, foolishly trying to catch the blade with his bare hands.
With a sharp crack, the man instantly let out a piercing scream.
"Ah..."
Both his hands were severed by Zhang Yuchen's sword. Blood sprayed out with a hiss, like a fountain.
The pain sent him crashing to the ground, where he rolled about without stopping.
On my side, I struck out with my sword as well.
My movements were even faster and sharper.
The man charging at the front tried to dodge, but he could not avoid it at all.
My body flashed. His expression froze, his head tilted to one side, and a head full of unwillingness fell straight to the ground.
Not only that, after Zhang Yuchen and I killed two of them, we pressed forward and continued our assault.
The remaining three were so frightened that they quickly retreated.
Zhang Yuchen and I had