Yuan Mang's First Peak.
There were dazzling spiritual lights crisscrossing each other, enveloping a vast area of flat rock at the summit, each strand of spiritual light like a blade, shining with a cold and arresting sharpness.
From afar, the dense light woven over the summit looked like a Spiritual Power Strong Shield conjured by a Cultivator.
A fifth-level Armored Demon Beast, with its grisly fangs secreting a foul, sticky fluid, was stealthily climbing up the stone stairs below at the behest of a Devil Scale Tribe warrior.
"Crack!"
Its armor, as sturdy as metal, shattered upon contact with those sharp spiritual lights.
The fifth-level Armored Demon Beast, amid wails of agony and splashing blood, retreated in terror.
Standing at the edge of the summit, Yang Rui wielded a Narrow Flame Knife, slashing toward the unsuspecting Armored Demon Beast.
"Sizzle!"
