In the cave, the Demon Race was gathering in greater numbers.
Wang Xiaoya was defending one entrance, while Xie Sanniang and Uncle Gui guarded another.
Qin Yao, Yu Ping, Jiu Ge, and a group led by Xu Wei were protected by them in the middle.
The Demon Corpses were fierce, crawling over from the top of the cave.
Qin Yao and the others were already drained of energy by the evil aura, and the ferocious Demon Corpses caused them to overextend their spiritual power.
The three women were about to falter when, in a moment of urgency, Xu Wei suddenly erupted.
His fists clenched tightly, muscles on his body bulging.
When the long spear of a Demon Corpse thrust at him, he grasped it with his left hand and then smashed his right fist into the Demon Corpse.
The Demon Corpse, with a flesh as tough as iron, was pulverized with a single punch.
Bang, bang, bang.
A series of resonating thuds as his fists pummeled faster and faster, harder and harder, like the roar of distant thunder.
