Fresh air surged over and blew away the bloody smell of the Hundred Thousand Feet Golden Beast that had fallen from the grassland behind Chu Feng. Auspicious clouds floated in the sky and the mountains and rivers in the distance were picturesque. The nearby immortal peach trees blossomed and the fragrance assailed his nostrils.
Chu Feng took a deep breath and walked out of the grassland and through the forest. He came to the deeper part of the forbidden land and finally escaped from the pursuit.
In the past ten years, he had killed countless saint level entities, from the silver winged dragon to the six-legged Earth Hou, to others. Not to mention that there were saints dying every day, it was more or less the same.
His battle clothes were tattered and his body was covered in bloodstains. The sword in his hand had long since been broken. Now, he was carrying a golden bone staff. It was quite primitive and was the essence of a Super Saint Beast. It was incomparably sturdy.
