Bab 164: The Black King Drake Falls

The pangolin was over twenty-meters, its body covered in hard scales and emanating a ferocious aura.

It was a rank-eight Feral.

And how much force could the full-power collision of a rank-eight Feral unleash?

As a result, Jiang He was sent flying hundreds of meters away before he slammed viciously on the dirt, knocking a giant crater as he smashed through the hardened ground.

"Ouch!"

Jiang He could not help rubbing his backside.

It was what landed first…

"Damn it!

"That vermin actually blindsided me?"

Leaping out of the crater with Dragon-Slaying Saber in hand, he once again cut his way into the horde of Ferals. With Ninefold Thunderblade, he unleashed a flurry of thirty-meter thunder slashes at full power, imbuing thunder will in each strike.

No Feral could take more than a slash.