An hour or so earlier,
Boom—
An Jianyou, falling from the sky, cracked the earth with a Cannon Punch and swept away all the heretical cultists in front of him with a sweeping kick.
Be it ordinary devotees, gray-robed devotees, or even black-robed devotees, none stood a chance against him.
His punches shattered the bodies of these enemies with each blow.
And An Jianyou barely needed to dodge.
The only thing he wore was the cheapest and most basic combat suit, which was punctured by the sharp nails of the Red Moon devotees, but they could not pierce his bronze skin that was as strong as steel.
It only made a crisp sound as if metal were clashing against metal.
An Jianyou laughed heartily as he continued to throw punch after punch.
Others like him, Mountain Bear, Dao Hun and other Torchbearer warriors were also in the fray.
In just a moment, they had eradicated this group of heretical cultists in front of them.
