"Bang!"
The blade clashed repeatedly with the slimy tentacles in the air, creating a shower of sparks.
Those tentacles appeared soft and slippery, but they were many times harder than common steel.
The broadsword in Fang Tianming's hand, though not top-tier equipment, was a purple quality advanced officer weapon crafted by the Alliance's artisans.
It could easily slay ordinary Demon God minions as if slicing through melons.
But now, in the face of this meat mountain, he suffered due to the level gap.
Fang Tianming was only Level 53, and his sword's equipment level was also Level 50. With such a gap, it was really difficult for him to effectively strike the target.
"Not enough! Not enough! You're too weak!"
"Did you really think that last time, I was truly defeated by you? How naive!"
Yang Yuanwu let out a sharp laugh; he harbored intense hatred for Fang Tianming in front of him.
