Zhou Leng stood amidst the Demon horde, as though he was in a realm untouched by others.
In the eyes of both Demons and humans, Zhou Leng seemed to be the most ferocious Demon present.
Every palm strike hit the target, and every hit was lethal.
Some Demons, upon seeing Zhou Leng, even fled continuously.
But waiting for them was often a palm strike to the back.
The first round of a thousand-man team nearly withdrew completely, as the second round stepped in and Zhou Leng kept fighting.
When the third round of a thousand-man team replaced them, only Zhou Leng and Mountain River Oak remained from the first round.
Long after, the fourth round team arrived, composed of old comrades from the first round.
Mountain River Oak panted heavily and spoke in broken Chinese: "Zhou Leng, I'm tired."
A few people nearby shook their heads helplessly, amazed to see the tireless giant exhausted.
