Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Before you knew it, the end of August had arrived.
On the edge of the Great Wilderness just outside Qinglin Square, the density of demon beasts in the wild had dramatically decreased due to the end of the beast tide, emboldening many martial artists to hunt in groups, slaughtering demon beasts and harvesting spiritual medicines.
Panting heavily!
Accompanied by terrifying snorts, a three-meter-long wild boar with a crimson body and a pair of long tusks charged out from the dense forest.
It was like a heavy tank, the trees collapsing in its wake, the ground being torn apart.
Opposing it was a young martial artist with a sword and saber on his back.
"With a saber in hand, no ghost god shall remain... Kill!"
Fang Xing was like a god or demon, as the steel saber in his hand burst forth with a dazzling saber light. He moved with the saber, transforming into a straight line as he ferociously clashed with the first rank low-grade demon beast.