In the ten years of gaming in his previous life, Lu Qingshan had experienced a number of battles that few in the Human Race could compare to. His battle awareness had become exceptionally unparalleled.
And when had these Demon Beasts ever encountered such a battle-skilled cultivator? Under Lu Qingshan's sword, they appeared frequently flawed and struggled to defend themselves.
With each successive victory, Lu Qingshan's momentum grew stronger and increasingly formidable.
Lu Qingshan, with his hand on the blade, gazed ahead.
A hundred feet away, seven or eight Demon Beasts were nervously circling, their eyes filled with reluctance and unwillingness to withdraw.
But this time, Lu Qingshan chose not to strike first.
The reason was that his Spiritual Power had run low.