Wipeout

The group of evolvers rushed over, but they still couldn't block Chu Feng. He had beheaded two divine sons among the thousand troops. His long blade glowed with an eerie and intimidating crimson light.

"Ah…"

Although the Deity race, the Netherworld race, and all the others couldn't compare with those Dao protectors, they were by no means weaklings. Everyone went mad. Those were the strongest descendants of the two races, yet they had been beheaded in front of everyone. How could they bear this!?

Swish, swish, swish...

A group of people rushed forward and also ordered the others to follow the two races' men. They would swarm and surround Chu Feng like hornets.

"Huh!?"

Chu Feng felt something was fishy and suspected that someone was concealed. There was a divine light inside his eye. He did not feel desperate at all; rather, he felt a bit of surprise. He rushed toward the place where Luo Fu was killed.

Rip!