Everyone fought even more fiercely.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Fang Che fought from the east to the west, from the south to the north.
But his strength, after all, couldn't match the power of so many Saint Level fighters acting together.
Even though he killed several times to dozens of times more than anyone else, in terms of overall numbers, he couldn't keep up!
As everyone killed more and more, more Purple Lightning Birds gathered.
Bolts of lightning crazily poured down. Some missed, but others struck people directly.
Everyone was the same, dodging if they could, and standing their ground if they couldn't.
A thunderbolt struck with a boom, making bodies stiff and tremble, blue current sparkling, hair standing straight up, a thick plume of black smoke spewing from the nostrils, a mouthful of fresh blood spat out along with a chimney-like black smoke pillar, and from the ears, a puff of black smoke emerged from each side.
