章 1197: A Thousand Swords with a Thought

"Roar!"

The Black Cloud Panther's eyes were filled with wariness.

What it feared the most was the weapon in Braydon Neal's hands.

That weapon could hurt him!

"Brother, let me help you!" The little fool rushed up with two daggers in his hands.

"Go deal with those sixth-level spirit beasts."

Braydon didn't ask the little fool for help.

Because if he didn't do it well, this little fool might be of no help.

Braydon didn't want to spend his energy taking care of him.

The little fool came over excitedly but left listlessly.

The battle between Braydon and the Black Cloud Panther instantly began.

The speed of both of them had reached their limits.

The sky was filled with afterimages.

Sonic booms could be heard everywhere.

Their speed exceeded the speed of sound!

Braydon's body glowed with white light as he instantly activated his eight pinnacle techniques.

He activated the instant technique.