Outside the array barrier, those young figures were soaked in blood as they continued fighting hard.
Magical beasts corpses laid everywhere as blood turned into a river.
Their clothes were already soaked through with blood; from magical beasts, from themselves and from their comrades.
Each and every one of them waved the weapons in their hands, not knowing what was called tiredness.
Their coordination and rapport in killing the magical beasts; some were simple and violent while some others were despicable and resorted to underhanded methods, there were some others who....
But no matter which kind it was, their rhythm in coordination was not disorganised.
Looking at Ye Qing Luo's side made one even more excited.
The man who came face to face with Child Yin was not holding on to any weapon. Instead he bare-fisted Child Yin's attacks, attracting Child Yin's attention.