The battlefield was no longer teeming with a single head of the rat horde; in panic, the swarm collapsed and scattered in all directions.
"Victory!"
"This is a great triumph."
"Zhenjin, Zhenjin!" Huang Zao and Lan Zao led the cheer, as everyone raised their arms and hollered in joy.
"This is the might of the Holy Temple Knight..." Cang Xu exclaimed, with a hint of curiosity, "But what exactly happened just now? His entire arm swelled in size, was that some kind of secret skill? Could he actually harness fighting energy? Did he use some method to temporarily break through the island environment's suppression? What's the cost? And what level of fighting energy does he possess? Golden Fighting Spirit?"
