The Three ‘Pengs’ Against The Original Devil

Countless human warriors charged at Xing Tian. They were all the elites of their clans!

The Pan Gu bell floated above Ji Hao's head and released streams of Chaos power to defend Ji Hao against the arrows. Xing Tian let the arrows land on his body as a blood-red mist had been flowing on his skin. Every arrow was shredded the moment it touched the blood mist, whether it was an explosive arrow or a penetrative one, or with other evil powers.

"Can't fight them, can't touch them!" Ji Hao looked at those human warriors with a frown. In the sky, the Eastern Wasteland warriors mounted on flying beasts, swooshing towards him and Xing Tian, while on the ground, heavily armored warriors approached with rumbling steps like a tide.

Xing Tian snorted coldly. He clenched the handle of his battle axe and slightly raised his hand, but eventually restrained his intent of killing, "Retreat...I, Xing Tian, cannot face human boys with my axe! Not matter how...disappointing they are!"