Corpses were all over the place, and the air was permeated by the thick and pungent reek of blood. The ground was dotted with countless charred pits. The dark-faced, burly man was covered in blood and in the midst of battling the last mille-feuilles flying locust.
The mille-feuilles flying locust seemed to understand, too, that Mo Ta was already past his prime and close to the end, so it was merely toying with him. Mo Ta's reaction speed was much slower than before, and he took in breath in huge puffs. Only the ruthless hostility in his eyes remained much the same.
The golden-yellow energy chain was lusterless, and half of it had already vanished. Is there not much energy left in the energy card in the apparatus, or has his perception already been used up? Chen Mu was secretly making guesses. Looking once more at the scattered bodies of the wild beasts, he couldn't help but gasp.
