236 The enemy numbers beget an overwhelming force.
Nine cold gleams flashed by, and nine heads soared into the sky.
Their scale defense was extraordinary but now as weak as mere paper.
The Curved Saber Technique in their hands, due to their special racial talents, were all at Perfection Level.
However, the gap was too vast.
Thus, the nine Level 100, Qi Cultivation Level rated Curved Blade Snake People perished instantly with a single strike.
"Scared now, aren't you?" Senior Brother Zhao struck a graceful pose, prepared to deliver a few remarks.
Unexpectedly, the remaining ones showed no reaction, as if it wasn't their companions who had died. They instead charged forward, howling, with an unending stream of Curved Blade Snake People rushing out from the teleportation gate.
This made his face change, becoming stern and displeased.
Not afraid?
Then I'll kill until you are.
