The Big Retreat of The Eastern Thunder Sect

"Actually, I do not like this kind of meaningless massacre!" After killing a Devil King with a punch, Zhou Bao's surroundings was so empty, he felt like he was standing at the losing team's side of a football match. The floor was covered with feathers.

This was the Boundless Sand Sea of Eastern Thunder World. This had been the eighth day since Zhou Bao entered the Sea. He was already getting tired after eight days of mindless killing. Although the Ghost Child, whom Zhou Bao had named, was enjoying itself, Zhou Bao did not want to continue like this anymore.

"I think I have had enough. Although there are plenty of Devil Tribe members here, they are not that strong. Even the Devil Kings have only the combat capability of a freshly titled Immortal. This is not a threat to me and does not help much in refining my punching skill!"