Monster World, the Sand-Shattering Halberd.
A figure darted through the monsters, wreathed in thunder baleful energy.
Whenever a monster was about to hit him, he sensed its attack trajectory in advance and swiftly dodged.
With a lift of his hand, baleful wind fused with the power of thundering lightning swept out with a howl.
That figure was Fate Throat.
He was embroiled in a fierce battle.
He had no idea that, almost as soon as he had left his guidance behind, Ming Shu had eagerly followed his fate pattern trajectory to Earth.
Sand trembled within the thunder baleful energy. Fate Throat's long silver-white hair was soaked in monster blood, yet still danced wildly in the windblown sand.
The relentless, intense fighting left him no time to drink a potion.
The wind of thunder baleful energy surrounding him had already dimmed. Of the twelve wind pillars he had released earlier, only three still spun and sliced.
He had already exhausted his mental power tearing through the Sand Prison Worms' collective defensive wall.
No sooner had he broken free than an even stronger pack of monsters surrounded him.
Such was Monster World. Even its barren regions harbored large numbers of powerful monsters.
Waves of dizziness washed over him from his depleted mental power, and even his breath carried a scorched smell.
Yet his hands never stopped moving.
He raised a hand, releasing mental power to stabilize the collapsing Thunder Baleful Energy tornado, while his right hand formed another Thunder Baleful Energy drill bit and drove it precisely into the eye socket of the Crystal-Armored Sand Lion ahead.
A deafening roar immediately erupted beside his ears, and the Crystal-Armored Sand Lion's massive body crashed to the ground.
But the monsters ahead surged toward him like a tide.
Every Crystal-Armored Sand Lion had a