The strength of the mutated beasts within the Great Pantheon Plane was formidable, especially their physical strength, which often surpassed that of the human race.
If it were not for the fact that ordinary mutated beasts lacked the methods to condense origin power, the dominion of the Great Pantheon Plane would rightfully belong to the mutated beasts.
At this moment, the ten mutated beasts charging toward Han Muye each possessed Dao Realm combat strength, with the leading two even possessing the powerful force of the Dao Extinguishing Realm.
The ten mutated beasts charged forward, their power of qi and blood surging, stirring the endless power of heaven and earth intertwining.
It seemed as though it had been countless years since they had last seen a human entering the Yuming Abyss; excitement shone in the eyes of all ten mutated beasts.
"Kill," Xu Fengran, following close behind Han Muye, shouted lowly as his two swords emerged, slashing downward.
