There were five elites left. When they saw the Nine-leaf avatar easily killing everyone and the rain of flesh and blood, there was only one thought left in their minds: Flee!
It was not a shameful thing to flee. Even the Royal Tutor, the Nine-leaf Jiang Wenxu, thought of running away.
Lu Zhou had already marked them. After he had destroyed the seven flying chariots, he sped toward the five elites
Jiang Wenxu was already numbed to Lu Zhou's shocking feats. At this moment, he seemed to be in a trance.
The avatar appeared above one of the enemy elites and pushed its palm down.
Boom!
The enemy elite died!
The avatar moved swiftly again, appearing above another enemy elite. Again, it pushed its palm down.
Boom!
In the five-finger pit, the so-called Eight-leaf elite was now a pulpy mess of flesh and blood.
