Roar, roar, roar...
Having reached the depths of the Forbidden Land, it was indeed far more dangerous than outside. Monster after monster launched frenzied attacks directly at Zhao Fu.
This pack of monsters consisted of all kinds of wild beasts—lions, tigers, wolves, horses, and pigs—but they shared one trait: black eyes, scales growing over their bodies, and an intensely evil aura.
Following behind Zhao Fu, the old man could not help revealing a fearful expression as he faced so many charging monsters.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change in the slightest. Holding the Imperial Killing Sword, he poured a vast power into it. The Imperial Killing Sword radiated a fierce sword light, and a chilling sword intent spread forth.
Clang, clang, clang...
Zhao Fu swung the sword in his hand, slashing out huge arcs of sword light that slaughtered the countless charging monsters. Blood sprayed everywhere, screams rang without end, shattered corpses carpeted the ground, and a thick stench of blood spread through the air.
Behind Zhao Fu, the old man watched the slaughter begin with some shock. It was simply savage beyond measure.
Before long, all the many vicious beasts that had charged forward had been killed by Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu led the old man onward, going deeper and deeper. They should be nearing the location of that thing.
Boom!
A tremendous roar rang out as a terrifying aura spread like a raging flood, carrying the power to drown everything.
A monster ten thousand meters tall appeared before Zhao Fu.
The monster's upper body consisted of three human torsos, all of them muscular men with ferocious faces and bone horns growing from their heads. Its lower body was a serpent's tail covered in pale scales.
Zhao Fu's expression grew somewhat serious as he said to the old man,