บท 788: 411 Sense of Oppression (4100)_2

Squish! Squish!

The colossal dark creature in mid-air was chopped into four pieces by the dual blades right in front of Yangyan. Its internal organs poured out like water, along with the stinky, viscous, and red blood. It splattered all over the ground.

Krogg's gaze was as sharp as an eagle. He dove down, aiming directly at Yangyan. His body spun at extreme speed, with his arm swinging a 720-degree spin in the air. The enormous slaughter knife descended with a mighty strike!

"Well done, Butcher Krogg! After withdrawing from the number one Shadow position for many years, he still retains the strength of a Shadow Hunter level!" cried Yangyan.

With a sigh of admiration from Yangyan, he flicked his sleeves, raising a hand that looked like a blaze of fire. The trajectory in the air brought out a streak of red flame.

"Lava Palm!"

Clank!!!

The black slaughter knife and the blood-red palm fiercely collided.

A few minutes ago, in the 7th Florence District at the Hunters Association.