The beast roars thundered.
The strong smell of blood attracted all the Demon Beasts from the nearby forest.
Hearing the gradually approaching heavy footsteps, a hint of anticipation appeared at the corner of Luo Feng's mouth. Holding the Tiger Soul Saber, he charged directly toward the nearest Demon Beast.
Dark shadows darted back and forth amidst booming echoes. The flash of the saber constantly flickered in the dense forest, like a Thunderbolt Mamba; each time it appeared, it would inevitably harvest a Demon Beast's life.
After a brief uproar, the forest gradually quieted down.
The night wind, passing through the dense forest, seemed frightened by the scene within, making a low, mournful sound.
Within a hundred-meter radius in the forest, it was a scene of utter devastation.
