The sword radiance spun like a wheel.
Since he had entered this place, it didn't matter whether it was the real Primordial Era or a fake one; a battle was imminent!
A sword, a killing weapon.
The sword light was cold and sharp. With a light spin, it pierced the black panther's body.
Although the Primordial Era's exotic beasts were formidable, they were not invincible.
These mighty creatures had varying characteristics. Some were extremely fast but lacked defense, while others possessed immense strength but lacked the necessary speed.
Some were massive but moved slowly, and some were ferociously powerful but couldn't hide their presence.
The aura of bloodthirst on Han Muye's sword grew increasingly intense.
Behind him, a faint blood-colored phantom appeared.
Hundreds of golden blood beads had already gathered in his hand.
After slaying countless mountains and hills, a thatched pavilion appeared before him.