Just as hope began to rise in the hearts of those exhausted soldiers, what happened next taught them what it meant to be "too happy too soon."
Just as they were preparing to retreat while maintaining their formation, Wang Zheng leaped down from mid-air and landed directly in front of the beast horde, single-handedly blocking the eager beasts that wanted to pursue them.
The group of strange beasts were startled when they saw Wang Zheng suddenly appear before them, descending from the sky.
After confirming that there was no other support around, he roared and pounced on Wang Zheng.
Before the soldiers could react, two emerald green longswords suddenly appeared in Wang Zheng's hands, and he began to confront the nearly one hundred beasts alone.
Just as everyone gasped and wanted to rush to help, the young man standing in front of them raised his long sword and casually slashed downwards...
"clank--"
After two crisp sounds, the strange longsword in the boy's hand drew several streaks of emerald light, the sharp blade carving a crescent shape as it collided with the beast's claws.
"Pfft~ Pfft~"
Then came the muffled sound of flesh tearing, and the two blood wolves at the forefront were instantly ripped into countless pieces.
Blood mist filled the air, limbs flew everywhere, and the stench of blood permeated every inch of the surrounding air. Yet, the boy standing in the center of the pool of blood remained rooted to the spot, gazing indifferently into the distance.
Those high-level beasts that had caused them so much suffering were now like lambs to the slaughter under his blade, and they unconsciously took a few steps back.
When Wang Zheng saw the group of strange beasts trying to retreat, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He stomped his feet hard on the ground, creating several large craters in the solid bluestone road.
His body swelled dramatically, and instead of retreating, he advanced, charging alone into the horde of beasts.
Watching Wang Zheng swiftly and easily slaughter nearly a hundred strange beasts.
The cuts on each dead beast were exceptionally clean. Even the toughest hides and hardest bones were as fragile as paper under Wang Zheng's blade, utterly vulnerable...
Wang Zheng frowned slightly as he looked at the air-raid shelter not far away.
The distance is still too close, and the smell of blood here is too strong, which will attract more strange beasts.
"Let's go all the way and be good to each other. After all, we've known each other for a while, and it won't take much spiritual energy anyway. Who knows, that guy might even have some kind of camaraderie with his dad."
Wang Zheng muttered to himself as he began to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body.
Then a wave of scorching heat immediately spread out from his surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, two flames, one red and one black, suddenly shot out from the long sword in his hand, spiraling along the slender blade like dragons.
Finally, they merged together, coalescing into a terrifying black and red flame.
With a casual wave of his hand, Wang Zheng sent a thin, fiery blade detaching from the longsword in his hand and plunging into the pile of corpses in front of him.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and the corpses of dead beasts still engulfed in flames, accompanied by crackling explosions.
Before long, the horde of ferocious beasts were all carbonized and scattered into black ash by the wind. Even the blood on the ground was completely evaporated.
The survivors, including Bart, stared in astonishment as they watched Wang Zheng turning over the beast's corpse in the candlelight, their mouths agape, frozen in place.
"Hiss—cough...cough...cough..."
Everyone gasped... The scorching heat almost choked their throats.
Although they didn't manage to inhale the cool air, their surprise was absolutely undiminished.
Flight, healing, space, defense, fire.
Who exactly is this kid? He's so amazing, what kind of talent does he have?
After looting several high-level beast spirit crystals, Wang Zheng felt quite pleased with himself upon seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces.
He always thought that his action of adding candle flame to the Poisonous Bone Blade was very cool, and he even complained that it was a waste of time. But now it seems that it wasn't all bad.
Wang Zheng is essentially a show-off, even though he doesn't control Zhu Yan.
In order to live up to everyone's expectations, Wang Zheng twirled his two swords simultaneously, one on each side, and then swung them downwards with a sudden motion.
The terrifying flames on the longsword instantly turned into specks of black and red sparks in mid-air, before slowly dissipating into the air.
Immediately afterward, as Wang Zheng withdrew his arm, the two long swords vanished instantly.
Combined with the still-burning candle flames behind him, he looked incredibly cool.
Even the children who were crying stopped sobbing when they saw how handsome Wang Zheng was, and curiously peered over through the gaps in the crowd.
Seeing that several people among them were seriously injured, Wang Zheng cast a few more holy light spells on them.
In an instant, under the glow of the holy light, his figure appeared even more imposing...
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