"Puff puff" noises erupted one after another.
The bodies of the Moth Blade Beasts fell down the fire escape.
Wang Jixuan stood on top of a Blade Beast's corpse, using its impact to reduce the shock as he lightly tapped his toes and gracefully landed in front of the fire door on the 46th floor.
Spiritual Sense expanded outward; there was a small group of Blade Beasts ahead.
They were feeding.
Wang Jixuan charged forward gun in hand, clutching a Pure Crystal Core in his left hand, continually drawing Spiritual Power into his body from it.
Although this Spiritual Power contained impurities, it could still be used in an emergency.
Next, as long as no Middle-level fighting power Blade Beasts appeared, he wouldn't need to use the Devil Skill today.
After rushing past the wall marked '46' and turning two corners, even if prepared, Daoist Wang couldn't help but frown deeply.
The metal houses that were once filled with people had now turned into a hell.
