A silver rainstorm ravaged the wasteland.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!
Xu Feng stood motionless, the 1,288 Flying Blades moving like extensions of his limbs, tracing countless intersecting arcs across the wasteland.
The radiant god ninth rank warriors did not even have time to flee.
The moment they turned, Flying Blades pierced the backs of their necks and burst out through their foreheads.
Wherever the silver light swept past, only screams too brief to make out and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground remained.
Xu Feng's psychic power had already locked onto every last one of them.
He did not even give chase. He simply stood atop the rocks and unleashed his mental power.
The Flying Blades scattered, surrounded, and flanked them, responding as naturally as his own fingers.
Each blade seemed alive, striking from the most treacherous angle.
They converged and scattered in an instant. It was an outright slaughter.
Li Hengkong was just as efficient.
Clad in his Bloodfire Armor, he seemed to blend into the dark red twilight at the edge of the wasteland.
Five serrated blades, each half a foot long, extended from either arm of the armor.
Li Hengkong had specially modified it to complement his Close-Quarters Blade Technique.
Claw, sweep, smash, slash, ram.
Every strike was lethal.
He kicked one radiant god ninth rank warrior into a crevice between the rocks. Before the man could struggle free, five blood-red blade arcs cleaved both him and the rock in two.
Another tried to ambush him from the side. Li Hengkong drove an elbow into his throat, then slammed into him, making him spray a mouthful of bloody mist.
"Don't let them escape!" Li Hengkong barked.
The five fastest Radiant Gods fled in different directions into the wasteland, hoping to divide the pair's attention so