“A group of nocturnal ghosts also dares to be wild?” Using his right hand’s fingers as a sword and his left hand still in a seal, Yue Zifeng unleashed a sharp slash.

Whether it was weapons or flesh, wherever his sword-light went, it was severed. None of the assassins could stop him.

The Bloodkill Hall’s assassins were cut down one by one, shocking the experts present.

“No wonder he was able to use ordinary metal to fight against a divine weapon.” Using his fingers as a sword to slay such powerful enemies was something even more incomprehensible.

BOOM!

Suddenly, an explosion shook the sky as flames unfurled.

The ancient race expert coughed up a mouthful of blood, one of his arms gone. He was sent flying by a lightning spear.

Within the flames, Long Chen had a pair of giant lightning wings. He had switched Evilmoon with a lightning spear. The flames forced back...