Bab 1170: A Meeting of Immemorial Mystical Armaments!

Seven days went by in the blink of an eye.

*Plush!*

The White Dragon's Screech let out a howl, and in a silver flash of light, it cleaved a warrior in half, sending blood and gore flying out. Xia Fei put away his saber, his expression callous. He could no longer keep track of how many people he had killed. He just felt that these people were annoying, and so he killed them at the slightest displeasure.

Kill kill kill!

Killing anyone who made him unhappy, anyone one who spoke a little too much, and anyone who had a good soul weapon!

Reason? Xia Fei was the most unreasonable guy in the universe, especially when he was in a bad mood!

Alas, no matter how many people he killed, it would not make him find any trace of Oro or Fuchen. Xia Fei still could not get into those strange doors. Those black holes had devoured countless warriors, but they refused to devour Xia Fei.