Xue Long snorted coldly, and with a shake of his arm, he ejected the precious sword from his arm. The brutal force instantly made the hunter's hands ache terribly, almost causing him to lose his grip on the sword.
"No wonder the group before was slaughtered without a survivor. It's not that they were weak, but that you are too strong," Xue Long said as he began to stretch his limbs, looking eager to fight. His injured arm was also healing rapidly.
The hunter gripped his sword tightly once again, then spoke lightly, "You two go ahead, I'll cover our retreat."
"What about the others?" Lie Huo asked, worried about his companions.
The hunter spoke indifferently, "Haven't you realized? Against such enemies, they can only rely on themselves."
"You're right. You can barely protect yourselves, let alone save others." After saying that, Xue Long burst out with an astonishing aura, and immediately, strong winds wreaked havoc, which was terrifying.