The wooden sword was also a sword.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chaohu, whose wooden staff had broken, threw it away. Taking a step forward, he clenched his fist and struck.
It was the technique he had just learned from the Heaven Breaking Fist that day..
The fist shadow carried a Golden Crow phantom and transformed into a dark golden light sphere that crashed into the black antelope's chest.
"Bang!"
The black antelope staggered, its hooves weakened, and it fell to the ground.
The crowd swarmed, delivering punches and kicks.
When they dispersed, the black antelope had already breathed its last.
It couldn't be any deader.
Han Muye couldn't help shaking his head.
Such a slaughter had dispersed much of the antelope's vitality, a pity.
However, Han Jin and the others were very enthusiastic.
They wouldn't have been able to hunt down such a black antelope under normal circumstances.