Astonvela Manor

Roar!

The bloodthirsty and berserk Magical Beasts continued their hunt relentlessly. They wished badly to tear to shreds the dwarf hung on the Battle Soul Blade, and they left the camp far away under the lure of Yang Ling. There were many God-Level Flying Magical Beasts among them as swift as lightning, and there weren't any slower than Yang Ling. There were even some swifter than him by a tad, but it was a pity that every time they overtook him, Yang Ling would use The Five Elements Evasion Spells or the Teleportation Gate to teleport away, and their attacks would hit thin air repeatedly.

"Fine, it's time to finish this game!" After Yang Ling flew for more than an hour and led the Magical Beasts toward a distant basin, he teleported again and pulled open the distance between him and the Magical Beasts. He spoke and looked coldly at the dying dwarf.