Xing Zhilong fell silent.
He felt like he was having an illusion.
But the stench of blood in the air and the dismembered limbs scattered nearby told him this was all too real.
And because it was real, it was all the more unbelievable.
It was too absurd.
'Who kills Demon Fiends like this?'
Anyone else would have analyzed the situation repeatedly, weighing every option with extreme caution.
They would have deliberated and probed time and again before finally entering the passage.
But not Gu Zheng.
He charged straight into the passage, crossed to the other side, and annihilated every last one of them.
It was something that couldn't be faked.
In other words, the Iron Lion Demon Fiends threatening the Yan Gui Ridge passage had been dealt with just like that.
Xing Zhilong had only killed three rank-two Iron Lion Demon Fiends.
Gu Zheng had killed all the rest.
This meant that Gu Zheng, all by himself, had wiped out an entire Iron Lion Demon Tribe!
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