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"They are only at level twenty-something, while we are at Level 80," Young Master Dai said, his voice trembling, as he drove the sports car.
Sure enough, the task Brother Dao spoke of is legendary. How could it be ordinary?
"At this moment, other Fierce Beasts were panicking, but the two heavily injured Fierce Beasts rushed forward with eyes red."
This is the terror of Fierce Beasts, relentless and resilient.
The most brilliant one is Young Master Dai operated swiftly.
This time, only ten people began the sacrifice.
Golden dots condensed, and a faint flying sword silhouette appeared on the altar, barely noticeable if not looked at carefully.
It seemed too weak and illusory.
It felt not very powerful.
Even so.
Swoosh!
A barely visible light flashed by.
The Level 80 Fierce Beast that charged closest was killed instantly.
Blood spurted from its seven orifices, fortunately, the body didn't shatter, only cracked; otherwise, there would be more losses.