Chương 1272: The Bitterness of Poverty

Lightning descended and turned into thousands of lightning swords rushing down.

All the lightning force seemed to have been completely drained, turning into the sword in Wang Teng's hand.

Tens of thousands of dark apparitions were slaughtered with this weapon!

Countless dark apparitions wailed in fear. They were either nailed to the ground or split in two. Their heads and hearts were shattered, leaving no chance to survive.

Tourbe saw everything happen from a distance and paled even more.

What a terrifying blow!

Had he been a bit slower to escape just then, he would have been hit by that.

What in the world is this human?

An ordinary martial warrior would have never had the means to harness such horrifying power.

Such a genius couldn't be left alive; he had to be eradicated as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would definitely become a serious problem for the dark apparitions.