Chương 1518: The Death of the Golden Crow True Spirit! (2)

Without the cultivation he had condensed, it was naturally impossible for him to really fight someone of the same level.

The Essence Spirit shattered, and a faint purple tiger phantom emerged.

Essence Spirit level eight.

His actual cultivation was just at the eighth level of Essence Spirit.

Chao Yuhu turned around to escape, and Han Muye raised his hand for another punch.

The fist shadow transformed into a golden crow, extending its long claws and fiercely grabbing.

The giant tiger Essence Spirit behind Chao Yuhu let out a miserable cry and shattered once again.

His body also crumbled, leaving only a faint blood aura spreading out in all directions.

He turned around and saw that the hundred humans had been dealt with.

Along the way, Han Muye and his group continuously gathered members of the Golden Crow tribe, encountering several ambushes.