A full thirty men became airborne acrobats at Zuo Xiaoduo's hands!
Then every last one came apart in midair, becoming airborne fireworks that decorated the snowy night sky!
Spiked clubs, great broadswords, two-handed swords-the Witch Alliance fighters' so-called heavy weapons could not withstand a single blow from the massive hammers. Every one became as flimsy as a rush stem, fragile beyond belief!
The whirlwind rose from the ground and kept sweeping outward in every direction. Thud, thud, thud, thud...
More than a dozen men in succession were swept straight into it, then reduced to bloody liquid and fine powder. All seven Innate experts who had not joined the encirclement were caught in the wind from Zuo Xiaoduo's hammers and battered into mangled masses of flesh and blood.
They crushed everything like rotten wood, invincible wherever they went!
By the time he reached the seventh move of the Hammer Technique, only three men present could still fight, and all three wore faces full of terror and despair!
Over a hundred of them had joined forces to hunt this brat down, and now... only three remained!
What was more, these three had survived not because of any great strength of their own, but simply because of their position. Zuo Xiaoduo had not fought his way over here yet. Once he did...
With a whoosh, the hammer wind changed direction again. Still carrying the immense power to topple mountains and overturn seas, it stirred up snowflakes for dozens of meters around and swept wildly toward them!
It had not even reached them yet-it was still seven or eight meters away-but they could already feel that savage force. It was still irresistible; to touch it was to die!
"Stop him!"
The leader shouted, but he himself turned and ran!
Such might was utterly beyond