Luo Fan wove through the beast tide like an invisible breeze.
The Invisibility Cloak enveloped him completely, and he moved with Spirit Void Step without making a sound.
He targeted only fourth- and fifth-tier fierce beasts, killing one with every thrust, never missing.
The Wraith Short Sword had long since reached its full hundred stacks, doubling its power.
The black mist around its blade was as thick as ink, with countless distorted faces struggling and wailing within it.
Every thrust brought down a high-tier fierce beast.
Fourth tier or fifth tier made no difference before him.
Hunting's passive let him ignore defense, and the Wraith Short Sword's amplification gave him explosive damage.
Unless a fierce beast was sixth tier or above, it was not worth taking seriously.
After all, fierce beasts of sixth tier and above could be counted on his fingers.
Through the Golden Weird Mirror, he had already learned the beast tide's composition.
One Eighth Tier, two Seventh Tiers, and five Sixth Tiers.
Fewer than ten in total.
On the battlefield, the sequence users had suffered heavy casualties, but the fierce beasts had suffered even more.
Beneath the city walls, fierce beast corpses lay piled like mountains. Some still twitched, while others had stopped breathing altogether.
Blood gathered into streams and flowed along the cracks in the Gobi Desert, staining the earth dark red.
The air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood, mixed with smoke and the smell of burning.
The beast tide battlefield had become a terrifying meat grinder.
Whether fierce beasts or sequence users, lives were draining away rapidly inside this meat grinder.
Above the clouds in the night sky, a figure hid in the darkness.
She was a fierce beast with the appearance of a woman.
Her skin was fair and her features