Wang Zhan sneered, "That's what you asked for!" As his words fell—
"Fatal One Slash!"
Instant kill!
The King-level beasts all departed this world in astonishment. Seeing them thoroughly dead, Wang Zhan retracted his aura and headed towards Lan State City.
Without their leader, the beasts were like tigers without teeth. Wu Fan was already cleaning up the battlefield.
Wang Zhan surveyed his surroundings. The complications of war were horrifying; the ground was stained red with Fresh Blood. This was a world where the strong reigned supreme, a social hierarchy dictated by the survival of the fittest. Without strength, one was destined to be trampled underfoot.
"Senior, what are your instructions?" Wu Fan asked. Upon seeing Wang Zhan return alone, Wu Fan believed that Wang Zhan must have hidden his true strength to dispatch four King-level demonic beasts so quickly.
Seeing Wu Fan, the governor of an entire state, being so polite to him, Wang Zhan shook his head internally.
