Silence!
A deathly silence!
Whether it was Adolphus and Anseli, or those unlucky souls who had not been drained dry by the vines, all of them had witnessed Ling Zhan casually pierce Meng Di to death with a mere raise of his hand. Their expressions froze, and not a single word came out.
For some reason...
Those figures of the age whom they had once regarded as peerless prodigies always seemed to be defeated so easily before this Jobless Freelancer!
So much so that many of them had begun to wonder whether those so-called towering figures were nothing but foreign candles with wax heads—impressive on the outside, hollow within?
Yet the fact that Meng Di had just injured Adolphus despite being covered in buffs constantly reminded them that Meng Di was no weakling!
This...
Ling Zhan did not care in the slightest how shocked these people were inwardly.
He slowly turned around, raised his hand toward those who had been wrapped by the vines like rice dumplings, and lightly clenched his fist.
"Aah!!"
Miserable screams rang out without end through the stone hall.
The vines abruptly tightened, like pythons constricting their prey, crushing everyone bound within them to death!
In merely two seconds, the originally clean and tidy floor of the hall was completely stained red.
As for the Beastmaster Alliance and Demon Dragon Palace group...
Well.
They had long since been sucked into dried-up husks. Only shriveled, lifeless corpses remained, discarded onto the floor by the vines. The moment they hit the ground, they shattered straight into dust.
Those terrifying massive vines burrowed back beneath the ground, leaving behind only huge holes where they had burst through the earth.
Thus.
The three factions were completely wiped out.
Ling Zhan lightly beckoned, and the Scarlet Blood Dragon Spear returned to