Which wave was this? The twelfth or the thirteenth?
Chen Mu killed with a certain numbness. Beneath his feet, corpses littered the ground! As he hovered in the air, the uncard flow fighters could do nothing to him. What he could not understand was why they seemed dead set on him, refusing to stop until they killed him. These uncard flow fighters could not fly, but wherever he flew, they followed closely below.
Even after Chen Mu had killed until his hands felt weak, these red-eyed fellows clung to him like sticky candy, refusing to let go!
Even someone like Chen Mu, who had "slaughtered beasts like hemp," was beginning to falter.
These people had gone completely mad!
He could not stay in the sky forever. In the gray layer, only the rifts were relatively safe. A storm could arrive at any moment, forcing him to descend into a rift. Looking at the red-eyed uncard flow fighters below, he could already imagine the frenzied attacks that would await him once he landed!
Without the advantage of distance, these densely packed uncard flow fighters would devour him like locusts, leaving not even a scrap behind.
It seemed he had stirred up a hornet's nest, Chen Mu thought, but he did not panic. His nerves had long since been tempered into iron in the Hundred Abysses. Even in close combat, he had nothing to fear.
There were plenty of experts among the people below, but fortunately, none were as terrifying as Baldy. If Baldy were still alive, Chen Mu felt he would certainly die today. Baldy's Air Technique had truly reached a world-shaking level. In hand-to-hand combat, Chen Mu would be no match for him.
Of all the experts he had seen, Baldy definitely ranked among the best. Of course, that had