The remnants of Thunderbolt still raged between heaven and earth.
The shattered Duke of Hunting, chunks of flesh scattering all around, incited many monsters' instincts to snatch wildly.
The strong warriors, still slightly dazed, kept their fixed gaze on that one who, facing straight ahead, with one punch, had blasted the top-tier Duke of Hunting to death.
He had not relied on anyone's cooperation;
Nor had he employed any strategy, any Charge;
He simply had arrived at the scene, and with one punch, he purified the heavens and the earth.
Even the monstrous strong ones lost their senses in that moment, those who were close hurriedly fleeing into the distance, fearful of being targeted by this slayer.
——Defending the withered giant tree was certainly important, but their own little lives were even more precious!
——They were, after all, the magnificent Dukes of Hunting, obviously they value their lives and fortunes above all else!