The Flame Monster was furious after hearing this and let out a mournful howl.
"Little ones, hurry up and attack! The magician has obstructed my plans time and time again! I'm going to tear your soul apart and let the endless demonic flames burn you for all eternity!"
Under the Flame Monster's orders, the monsters roared hysterically to boost their courage. There were so many of them that they blotted out the sky and covered the sun. It was as if they were going to devour the world.
Lu Benwei sneered in his heart as he looked coldly at the group of dying monsters. A pitch-black greatsword slowly appeared in his hand.
The Flame Monster's eyes narrowed as he sensed the pitch-black sword. As soon as his spiritual will touched the sword, the Flame Monster's body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and the fire in his eyes stopped flickering.
"What a terrifying sword intent," the Flame Monster cried out, "It's like an abyssal mayfly."
