The blood-red long sword in his hand, with every swing, could bring up a storm of blood and guts, slaughtering the demonic beasts one by one.
But the sheer number of demonic beasts was truly overwhelming, seemingly endless.
The disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall he brought along were elite, but even they appeared fragile in the face of such a massive beast tide.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight disciples were tragically killed by the beasts' sharp claws and fangs.
Luo Qingchen's situation was equally perilous.
Already severely wounded, he was now surrounded by several peculiar-looking demonic beasts.
One beast, resembling a monkey but with three eyes, moved with incredible agility, launching attacks at him from tricky angles.
Another beast covered in thick stone armor, akin to a moving mountain, repeatedly smashed its giant stone fist toward Luo Qingchen, each strike raising clouds of dust.
