Demon Blood Sword Spirit
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Clearly, these puppets were clearly more intelligent and knew that they were not Zhou Han's match.
Then get Boss over.
They believed that the strongest person on the 90th level would definitely have a way to stop the other party.
"Alright, I'll deal with them all!" Zhou Han's expression was indifferent.
The opportunity point was nearby.
If he wanted to obtain the opportunity, he definitely had to deal with all the nearby wild monsters. Otherwise, he would be affected.
In less than a minute.
In the air, a whistling sound sounded.
A sharp aura tore through the sky like a sharp sword. It was like a rainbow and extremely arrogant.
The person had blood-red hair and scarlet blood circulated on the surface of his body.
He held a blood sword in his hand like a blood demon descending to the world. The terrifying aura made people not dare to look at him directly.
"It's actually him!"