The long Dusk Cloud Demon Spear, with a gust of wind at its tip, speared one Blood Distant Leopard of the Falling Moon after another. In no time, several of the leopards were dead.
The Blood Distant Leopards, caught by such a sudden ambush, had their wild nature erupt in an instant.
With their eyes turning red, they charged at the two people one after another.
The five people were fighting fiercely here, each kill recorded. The target was forty heads, neither more nor less. Just as they were about to reach the number, a roaring voice made the Blood Distant Leopards halt their attack.
Ruyan had bloodstains on her sleeves and the hem of her skirt.
She looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but gasp.
The Illusion Wave Nine Flames Jackal they saw yesterday was already enormous, almost the size of an elephant.
But the Blood Distant Leopard of the Falling Moon in front of them was like a small mountain.
