Fang Yu proceeded with his sword in hand.
He lunged towards the pack of monsters.
Gangfeng protected his body.
The Dragon Roar Sword resonated loudly.
Hiss.
Hiss, hiss!
One by one, the monsters' heads flew through the air.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of monsters were beheaded.
Fang Yu slaughtered the creatures without restraint.
With each act of killing, a voice in his mind would remind him: Kill, kill, kill...
And so it went.
Fang Yu had no idea how much time had passed, nor how many monsters he had killed.
His hair had grown longer.
So had his beard.
What surprised him was...
He did not feel himself aging.
In the flick of a finger.
Thirty years had passed.
...
The wind swept across this jungle and the wilderness.
The view remained dark and blurred.
The variety of monsters increased, becoming stronger, more powerful, and more dangerous.
On the other hand, Fang Yu.
Within this seemingly boundless secret realm.
