"Arrogant! One person dares to challenge us all? I don't believe there is such a person in this world, unless an ancient freak emerges from seclusion." The Golden Bull roared. Despite his severe injuries, his combat power wasn't diminished as he charged straight ahead.
He stomped his foot on the ground, unleashing a burst of golden light that formed ripples of gold, rapidly rushing toward Shi Hao.
This was a technique rooted in his connection to the earth, a battle art inherited from the Primordial Fat Cow Tribe. The runes were particularly terrifying, capable of directly shattering enemies using the earth's innate power.
The others also used their strongest techniques, not daring to be careless. They sought to work together to kill Shi Hao.
"Slash!"
A streak of Sword Qi tore through the air, accompanied by the Purple Qi Coming From the East. The man wielding the Holy Sword shifted to a dual-handed grip and thrust it forward.
