A Disaster-Level Existence

"Pfft-"

With the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, the slender arm of the Guardian of the Sacred Remains was cut off.

That thing was in pain and let out a deafening wail.

The people hiding outside the palace clapped and cheered when they saw this. Even Chu Mengyao, who had just left, couldn't help but clench her fists in excitement.

"So handsome. How did Xu Fan and the others cooperate so well? It's as if our hearts are connected."

"That lady with the knife was so cool. The knife that came over was so clean and neat. It was so satisfying!"

"Xu Fan's own ability to release his own is ridiculous. He managed to penetrate that thing in one go. How many Intelligence Intelligence bonuses does it take to do that?!""

Taking advantage of this time, Xu Fan's counterattack began.