Lan Xi's vacant gaze slightly focused, looking towards the direction of the wave's origin, and his body stopped trembling.
The only trace of vitality emerging from the desperate situation instantly reignited the near-extinguished fighting spirit of this ragtag group.
"That kid... he..."
Zhan Feng grinned as if to laugh, but it tugged at his wound, causing him to grimace in pain, yet the light in his eyes grew ever brighter.
"Does he know we're still alive, is he causing a big stir to lead us over?"
"Let's go!!"
He forcefully lifted the heavy war axe, ignoring the intense pain from his severed arm, and roared with all his might.
The center of the storm, murder intent boiled over.
In the basin, dark red filthy energy surged violently, and the thick blood mist had long been scattered by an even more frenzied power.
The ground was littered with countless shattered bone armors and melting dismembered limbs, resembling Asura Hell.
