Om!
The grey clothed bandit’s figure flashed as he charged towards Zhao Lei, and the saber light on the saber in his hand rose explosively.
In the air, 800 ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared, followed by another 150 plus ancient mammoth silhouettes, and they dashed out with an imposing manner that shot into the sky like a rainbow.
Obviously, this grey clothed bandit was a sixth level Nascent Soul Stage martial artist.
The saber in his hand was a grade eight spirit saber.
The attack of the grey clothed bandit caused the face of Zhao Lei, who was already in an extremely sorry state from the pincer attack of a few bandits, to go ghastly pale.
"Duan Ling Tian!" In his panic, Zhao Lei noticed the nearby Duan Ling Tian.
When Zhao Lei saw Duan Ling Tian had a leisurely expression as he looked at the scene over here, he was nearly angered to the point he spit blood.
