"Dripping Water Carves Stone!"
After defeating the formidable enemy, Yi Tian rejoined the battlefield.
Whether Danu Beastmen or Limon Beastmen, Yi Tian would spare none.
Once offended, one must strike ruthlessly!
At this moment, many Limon Beastmen, disregarding everything, scampered away in fear.
A Limon Beastman Elder instructed the young and strong tribesmen to leave entirely, preserving the flame of hope.
The north gate was occupied, but there were other gates they could flee through.
The Demon Lord's numbers were too few to annihilate them all!
"Demon Lord, I'll perish with you!"
The Ninth Elder of the Limon Beastmen's first division recklessly charged at Yi Tian.
"Celestial Ice Palm!"
Yi Tian struck with a palm.
"Bang!"
The Ninth Elder, unable to evade, was hit in the chest and fell flying backward.
Leveraging an affinity for Spiritual Power far beyond ordinary people, a vortex formed in Yi Tian's hand, pulling towards the Ninth Elder.
