Lu Yan leapt into the air, crossing dozens of meters in an instant, pouncing towards the second-level Mutated Beast King. His fists glowed in a golden hue as he pounded them relentlessly.
The second-level Mutated Beast King was on its last legs, too weak to avoid Lu Yan's punches. After a few blows to the head, its skin tore open, bones shattered, and it collapsed on the ground, wheezing its final breaths.
Lu Yan drew out the Red Blood Blade, slashing it at the creature's neck to cleanly remove its head, and put it to an end.
Alien beasts, unlike nefarious spirits or martial spirits, did not possess such robust vitality. Once beheaded, they died instantly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Six figures formed a semicircle, surrounding Lu Yan.
"Stranger, this second-level Mutated Beast King was our collective kill. Are you planning to snatch it from us?" A burly man wielding a Mountain-opener Knife spoke coldly.
