"Phew~~"
Wang Hao looked at the corpse birds in the sky, then glanced at the Flame Man and Short Flute Man fast approaching from behind.
The next moment, his pupils turned a purple-golden color.
The spiritual power within him poured out wildly, and a strange wave emanated from his body, rapidly spreading outward with him at the center.
The corpse birds in the sky seemed to die instantly, falling from the air.
At that moment, it began to rain corpse birds in the sky.
Wang Hao took out the latch, slid it down, and went speeding downward.
The Flame Man and Short Flute Man were hit by the wave emitted by Wang Hao, causing them both to stop.
The Flame Man was slightly better off, just pausing momentarily, a drop of cold sweat oozing from his temple.
Then he continued to pursue.
But for the Short Flute Man, it was different; his body shook violently, almost causing him to collapse headlong.
The surrounding monsters also fell one by one.
