"Only by staking our lives on one desperate gamble—kill!"
With no road left to retreat along, they would kill.
Ye Lin took the lead without hesitation. The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand was replaced by the Time Measuring Ruler, and gripping the ruler, he charged straight upward.
Behind him, Li Xiaoyao and the other two gritted their teeth, a trace of savage violence radiating from their bodies.
They had originally wanted to present themselves as gentle and refined, but since he wanted them to become Gods of Slaughter today, then they would become them for him to see.
The four of them moved in a crisscross formation, coordinating seamlessly as they gradually closed in on the enormous mass of flesh in the distance.
After all, everything about this monster originated from that huge lump of flesh. As long as they dealt with it, there would be nothing left to worry about.
"Heh heh heh, that's it, just like that. Come play with this old ancestor, come play with this old ancestor."
"This old ancestor is terribly empty and lonely."
"Die for me!"
Listening to those nauseating voices, Dugu Feng roared. He could not take it anymore—he truly could not.
The thing before him was simply too disgusting, far too disgusting.
In an instant, he unleashed dozens of Sword Qi, which shot fiercely toward the massive lump of flesh at the center.
At once, a crackling sound rang out before them.
The seemingly incomparably sharp Sword Qi struck the huge mass of flesh, yet only scraped out showers of sparks.
Dugu Feng was greatly shocked. What on earth was this thing?
Before his shock could last long, a tentacle lashed out and sent him flying.
That tentacle was simply far too fast. The slightest carelessness would send