The sword light was bright and piercing, illuminating the warm night.
The three figures who attacked like shadows and lightning suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in their hearts.
For some reason, even though Xu Yuan had not yet made a move,
and the aura emanating from his body did not seem particularly strong, they felt an inexplicable increase in the pressure weighing on their hearts.
It was as if under that seemingly unremarkable sword, there were countless soul spirits of the same rank as them.
On the mysterious man's face, they saw an aura as if he could slay gods and demons alike.
"Attack! Don't be afraid!"
The Leopard Woman gritted her teeth and growled.
The traces of thunder carried on her claws became even denser.
She really did not believe it—everyone was a Demon Beast of the same rank, could it be that he could really kill her in one shot?