"Die." Wang Xiaoqiang coldly shouted, with a thought, the Rain of Sorrowful Swords rushed out from within him, whizzing... piercing toward the six people lunging at him.
The six were already close, and after lunging at Wang Xiaoqiang, it was too late to dodge,
Suddenly a series of thudding sounds rang out, their bodies punctured by the Swords of Sorrowful Death, each of them was filled with those swords, looking like six porcupines.
The six screamed in agony, panic-stricken as they fled toward the cave entrance.
Wang Xiaoqiang released the Patterned Beast, the Demon Droplet, and the Yin Blade; the Patterned Beast pounced on one person, the Wind-Thunder Wings unfolded, and in a single shake, four bolts of lightning shot out, each targeting one of the four,
Boom boom boom boom, four bolts of lightning hit the four accurately, knocking them to the ground,
The Demon Droplet bypassed a person, drilling straight into their back, while the Yin Blade slashed at another's neck.
