Seeing blades rain down like a storm, countless members of the Pig Dolphin Clan panicked.
One after another, they began using their various methods to defend themselves.
Some pressed their palms together, forming layer upon layer of mountain ranges around themselves to shield their heads.
Others from the Pig Dolphin Clan spewed flames, their scorching heat enough to Burn Heaven Boil Sea.
Some Pig Dolphin Clan members were even more ruthless. Seeing their own kind killed, they actually piled their corpses around themselves, forming walls of flesh.
But no matter how they severed their tails to survive, it was all futile beneath this vast, endless rain of blades.
For this blade rain did not merely possess the sharpness to kill—it had also formed the inextinguishable burning flames of the Demon River.
At this moment, seeing his subordinates suffering grievous losses one after another, Zhu Gangfeng could no longer sit still.
These people were the elite of the Pig Dolphin Clan.
If they all died here, then his grand dream of ruling Dolphin Hound Star would never be realized.
And suppressing the Silent Hound Clan would be utterly impossible as well.
At that moment, Zhu Gangfeng slammed his huge palm down hard, and the golden chair beneath him instantly exploded.
Zhu Gangfeng's massive body then leaped into the air, rising at least a thousand meters high.
Naturally, he could not allow Mo Qing to continue attacking so passively.
Thus, he chose to take the initiative.
Zhu Gangfeng's massive body had already leaped high into the air, and with the pull of gravity from above, fierce winds howled.
His entire body carried immense divine force as it crashed down with the momentum of dead trees and rotting wood being swept away.
From afar, Zhu Gangfeng appeared curled into a ball, like a