Six Demon Kings seized this fleeting opportunity and attacked from different directions simultaneously!
Sharp claws tore through the air, poisonous mist surged like a tide.
"Zhou!" Lu Yaoyao stood, cold air spreading from her feet as ice crystals spread instantly for dozens of feet, ready to assist.
"Stand back!"
Zhou Qing shouted coldly, a flash of silver light beneath his feet.
Even if unable to fly, dealing with these beasts was still easy.
His figure moved like a golden lightning bolt, swiftly approaching the nearest Poison Armor Beast.
The Broken Sword in his hand vibrated with a hum, and wherever its blade passed, the space rippled subtly.
"Roar—"
A Poison Armor Beast lunged first, its sharp claws tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.
Zhou Qing slightly turned his body, tilted the Broken Sword, and precisely pierced its forelimb joint.
The Demon King howled in pain, its movement immediately pausing.
