With golden wings on his back, Zhou Jun soared through the air, his eyes surveying the chaotic city of Tianhai.
In the next moment, his gaze settled on hundreds of soul beasts demolishing a building.
He landed right in the midst of the soul beasts. A confident grin stretched across his lips as he declared, "Sacrifice yourselves for me, lowly monsters."
The shadow of Gilgamesh emerged behind him, filling him with strength and pride.
In the next moment, hundreds of golden swords materialized in the air, relentlessly raining down upon the soul beasts.
Each falling sword killed them instantly. In just a few seconds, around 100 soul beasts perished.
A satisfied grin appeared on Zhou Jun's face. "I need to elevate this skill to a higher level," he muttered to himself.
Then, his gaze shifted to the rising smoke ahead. "The sand monster should be appearing shortly; I need to find a vintage point to watch," he said.
