A golden dragon soared through the sky. Each swipe of its claws tore through the air, producing a sharp, piercing sound that echoed through the heavens.
Meanwhile, Gao Xiaomeng stuck to the Beast Race Sword Saint like a stubborn leech, relentlessly tying him down.
The Beast Race Sword Saint had managed to land two palm strikes on Gao Xiaomeng.
But they had little effect.
Gao Xiaomeng was like a ball; he could hit her all he wanted.
As a result, the Beast Race Sword Saint was the one at a disadvantage.
He was being overwhelmed by two Ninth-Rank opponents.
The Beast Race Sword Saint was incredibly frustrated, but frustration aside, he wasn't desperate. After all, the great battle below was beginning to turn in their favor.
'Just a little longer, and the Human Alliance will be defeated!' Under normal circumstances, given his current injuries, the Beast Race Sword Saint should have retreated.
As one of the first-generation Strongest to enter this world.
